#“but not today for after all you're just a man”

[ridingthatd]

𝐌𝐑. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

you didn't know nanami could be so kinky? testing his limit till he's angry seemed to trigger something in him

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 nanami kento x reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 heavy breeding kink, a loooot of cùm, squirting, rough s, angry nanami, possessive, jealousy, angry s, choking, talking you through it, creampies, cùm play, period s, eating your p out till it's swollen, man handling, pet names, daddy nanami , cervix kissing, spitting, kinky, very very smutty

nanami was the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ask for. he would treat you with so much gentility. affection. love.

nanami was really the definition of a gentleman. gentle kisses on your forehead. long big arms folding you close to his chest. muttering nothing but sweet things. breakfast made by him, helping you serve dinner then gently place you on his huge thighs teasingly biting the sensitive part of your neck ripping a sweet giggle out of you. giving you massages to your feet after a long day of wearing heels- kissing the top of your feet while he gently rub the soreness out of it.

nanami was such a man, the aura around him screamed musculanity. muscles surrounded every inch of his body, you weren't really shocked by that since you would wake up to grunting and groaning sounds every morning at 4am- sounds coming from your man as he do his push ups shirtless, biceps flexing each time he goes up-down. up-down. it was such a drooling sight that it had your pussy clenching everytime.

as if nanami could feel your eyes on him. he would stop- taking in a deep breath then slowly get up to take a glance at you. you slowly trail your eyes from the sweat that's dripping from his forehead. to his biceps just to slide across his abs to the delicious v line. grey pants hanging lowly against his hips-failing to hide his boxer the same boxer that's hiding the thick, juicy cock, outlined in his grey pants that's already hard from the attention you're giving him.

"hm" nanami hummed lowly while making his way towards you, trailing his hands under the cover of the blanket just to get ahold of your thighs, squeeze them. he has made it his daily routine to have his special- what he calls after work out protein from you every morning. you slowly spread your legs for him to crawl in, he didn't have to remove any clothes from your gorgeous body- because you were already bared and naked for him. only wearing a shirt- his shirt since nanami made it clear that he doesn't like his food to be enveloped.

nanami has always had a quite liking to your breast- he always manage to give them extra attention no matter where you are or what you are doing.

he says it restore his energy- especially after a long exhausting day at work, as soon as he opens the door of the apartment you both share- he walks straight to where you are cooking dinner at the kitchen, he gently lifts you up, and place you on the counter- you just sit there running your finger tips through his hair smoothing it out. he lifts whatever shirt you're wearing and immediately lash into your nipples letting out a groan as if he was a starved man and your nipples was his first meal.

nanami might be your sweet boyfriend. but deep inside you knew there's a side- maybe sides of him, he doesn't wanna show you. after all you have only been together for a few months.

at first you never questioned that. you never questioned the sweetness of your boyfriend. you never questioned the gentleness of your boyfriend.

you wake up at 4am as always but this time- it wasn't because of your boyfriend. it was because of the intense pain you're feeling in your belly- of course it's your period cramps. you groan and burry your head into your pillow-to in pain to notice that nanami has already made his way towards you- crawling into the bed ready to take his protein.

he gently rub your feets giving you a hint to spread your legs- and let him lap on your sweet pink pussy.

"not today nanami, im on my period" you tiredly mumble, to exhaust.

nanami raise an eyebrow up.

"and? i don't mind licking your blood soaked pussy- it's still a natural fluid, coming from your little pussy that I wanna drink on".

he horsely say- clearly indicating that he also just woke up a couple minutes ago.

"ew no nanami that's gross" you say pushing

his hands away with your feets- little did you know that this action activated a side of nanami that you have never experienced.

"so you're denying me from having my pussy?" nanami says through clenched teeth, clearly not happy that you denied him what's his.

you frown caught of guard by the tone of his voice- you have never seen nanami mad or displeased at you before. he's always so gentle and understanding about everything when it comes to you.

you hold your face up from your pillow taking a look at him- standing at the edge of the bed with a blank expression on his face that you can't seem to read.

"I asked you a question y/n. are you denying me from what's mine?" he says sternly as if the next thing you say might be the death of you.

yet you still playfully roll your eyes at him and bring your face back into your pillow mumbling a "it's my pussy, not yours"

it goes silent for a moment you assumed that your boyfriend went to the bathroom to get ready for his work- but oh you were dead wrong.

you let out a gasp as you feel a strong hand firmly hold your hair, pulling your face out the pillow- it wasn't strong enough to hurt but it was sure enough to sting.

your head was turned around to face no one other then nanamis face.

"nanami-" you were cut off by your boyfriend tsking at you.

"I see now what it is- do I have to teach my little baby a lesson? make sure she knows that this pussy is very much mine?".

you stare at him utterly confused- scared because that's completely off for nanami.

"i-" again you were cut off by him shushing you while bringing your face closer to his by your hair.

"you don't utter a word out of this pretty mouth of yours if you don't want daddy getting more mad at you baby".

for some reason the insanity in his face make your pussy throb- you have never thought you would see nanami this way- viens popping out of his hands and neck, hair slightly messy, while his scary-angry eyes are staring at you like they wanna devour you.

you were used to nanami soft gaze at you but this- this was completely new. you were snapped back to him when you felt an aggressive pull at your hair that made you groan out.

"do you understand?" nanami spit out, you node eagerly clenching your thighs together-turned on by whatever is happening right now.

and nanami seems to notice that.

"aw my little baby's pussy is needy for me?" he aws at your pussy as if he's speaking to a baby- he realise your hair out of his grip and instead he holds both of your legs into his shoulder-holding your lower half body up in the air close to his face.

your shirt goes down from gravity exposing you fully- you're basically naked right now in front of his hungry eyes. pussy and ass so close to his face you can feel his warm breath against your pussy.

he groans out as he slowly pulls out your tampon and throw it into the trashcan next to your bed- your mind is to hazy and drung off pleasure to even care about what he just did.

you can feel his hand trailing up your stomach till it reachs your breast and he tugs hard on your nipple ripping a moan out of you- you arch your pussy into his face desperate for something- anything.

he trails his nose up to your pussy down to your ass sniffing everywhere- claiming what's his-then he lashes into your pussy his tongue is restless. lapping at every bit of you- to much to much you think. you couldn't help letting out a sniffle from how sensitive you're because of your period.

"is my baby sensitive?" he groans out trailing his tongue to your ass- as his eyes role behind his head.

you throw your head back and moan out at the ceiling-clearly to much for you to even form a sentence.

"mhm it's okay. daddy is gonna make you coat his cock with your blood and juice first before letting you cum" he says as he free his cock out, stroaking it hard as he lean in-

"open your mouth for me baby" he whispers and you obey without hesitation.

nanami purse his lips and spit in your mouth, warm, wet spit hit your tongue and you swallow it all- nanami let out a whimper at the sight clearly going insane over this.

he slowly line up his cock on your puffy pink pussy, sliding in so fast. so hard. your pussy immediately squeeze around his dick like you're tryna strangel him. nanami couldn't help taking your little suck-covered feets close to his face and groan out into them. the little gasps and mewls that escape your puffy lips make nanamis mouth dry. He begins fucking his hips up.

nanami curses, head tipping back, Every little curl and twitch of your toes, every feel of your curved arch has him dizzy with need. He feels his blood hot beneath his skin, abdomen tightening with an overwhelming lust.

"fuck," he growls, fucking you sloppy and he almost can't recognize himself. It's exhilarating.

"faster, baby, shit-faster. I'm almost there, just a bit—nngh—a bit more."

his words come out in heavy pants, but you rapidly nod along like his perfect girl. You squeeze around his dick as you cum,eyes rolling and he just watches himself slide in you, cursing and grunting until the tension that's built inside of him completely snaps, he pulls out and he comes with a long moan. his come spurts up, more than usual and landing on your toes and top of your feet.

nanami thinks he blacks out for a few seconds.

"nanami" you suddenly breath out, making him to open his eyes just for them to turn dark as he watchs you slowly swiping your finger on your cum covered socks- covered with his cum, before you place it inside of your mouth, so sweetly sucking it, nanami groans, his cock is already hard again, ready to splash you with his cum again.

and suddenly he has the urge to suck his juices off from your sock. So he does. lightly grasping your ankle, kento ignores your little yelp as he licks from the bottom of your foot to your toes. your sock is soft against his tongue, pressed so close to your skin, and then kento tastes his own come. moaning, he takes your toes into his mouth, sucking the small digits and pressing the tip of his tongue in between.

[norikuna]

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE ! ★ gojo satoru

prologue ⋆ ★ your boyfriend, gojo satoru, told you that he was gonna' stay behind in japan, he had to go to work and all — he's a high school teacher, you see. so what's he doing sneaking behind the red carpet, looking all suspiciously rumpled and mussed? oh hell no.

pairing ⋆ ★ gojo satoru x reader genre tags & warnings ⋆ ★ afab!reader, jujutsu canon, celebrity!reader, misunderstandings and mild angst, reader doesn't know about jujutsu, makeup séx, máting préss, cérvix kissing, brééding kink :D

word count ⋆ ★ 5.7k! a/n ⋆ ★ because i've always wanted gojo to be on the red carpet...yasss watched the grammys <3 smth silly, short and sweet i whipped up 😁

THE HOTTEST STAR OF THE YEAR RUSHES FROM RED CARPET, WHY? STAY TUNED FOR MORE.

saint laurent heels beat staccato taps into the worn brick, graff crystals dangling from your adorned wrist as you shove your brightly lit phone into your boyfriend's face, "what the hell, satoru?" the offending headline glaring right back at him from your screen.

gojo, for his part, just shoves his hands into his navy slacks, rolling his shoulders back in that deliciously snug ice-blue cotton dress shirt, sleeves pushed up to reveal thick forearms dusted with pale hair. you curse how your gaze dips, resolve cracking, and glossy lips pursed.

strange, how he he looks nothing short of absolutely roughed up, soft fabric crumpled, and sunglasses tilted askew. white hair mussed as though someone took to running their hands through snowy locks, huh.

"hi, baby. happy to see me?"

oh, he's trying to be charming. cute. gojo's grinning, lips parting over sharp teeth, acting as though he totally hadn't been lurking behind rows of insistent paparazzi practically hurdling themselves around the red carpet stairs.

and despite better judgement and little regard for desperate tabloids springing up, you'd pushed past security, past cries of your name, to chase after your boyfriend, who had just texted you an hour ago at most. about how work was going so great.

"you better have a really, really good explanation for this."

to his credit, gojo has the decent sense to look mildly ashamed. pale blue eyes narrow beneath tinted lenses, and he's faintly chewing on the inside of his cheek, "d'you want the long version or the short version? because you gotta' believe me, baby, hear me out –"

something's buzzing, faintly pulsing to the beat of not like us, it's gojo's phone. and he's fumbling through the deep pockets of his slacks. you furiously snap your eyes away from how well they fit, that's so not the point right now, ugh!

"your side chick, hmm?"

gojo looks vaguely offended, rolling his eyes skywards as he unlocks his phone, "hey, we got some attitude today, pretty. why's that?"

you cross your arms over oscar de la renta, sheer panels stitched to mimic stained glass, bless your stylist, truly. "we got some attitude 'cause my boyfriend told me he was busy with work, and had to teach class. dropped me off at the airport, even."

gojo sighs, teeth kissing his tongue as he clicks, "i am working, believe me. and — oh."

you crunch your heel into the gravel, loose stones that line this back passage behind the carpet and the theatre, "what's oh? 'toru?"

"promise not to get mad?" gojo's murmuring, tilting his dim phone screen around. it's a screenshot of a headline, barely a minute old. the photo? you, here, right now. wagging a stern finger at gojo, who's throwing his hands up in disbelief.

STAR FLEES RED CARPET TO RENDEZVOUS WITH MYSTERY MAN? BOYFRIEND, OR SOMETHING MORE?

the tagline follows, some blithe words about how you're prioritising a man in the shadows, over a shining career? over a golden gramophone clutched in your hand, lights sparkling your name on stage. you hiss at the ridiculous amount of shares and comments already, "oh, come on."

"we're so screwed, baby," gojo sighs, rubbing his temple, swiping away at a quick notification from stoic lookin' blonde who doesn't even crack a smile in his profile photo, kento? huh, you've never met a kento.

you sigh, feeling the headache oncoming at the mere thought of your manager furiously scouring the theatre for you, "we?"

gojo scowls, shoving his phone away, "hey, i have people to answer to as well. last thing i need is a public image."

what an odd sentiment, you privately wonder. gojo is wealthy, stupidly so. you're certain of that. something about old money, his family stretches back generations on some beautiful estate. but he's a high school teacher. you've seen him grade quizzes, seen blurry photos of students in dark jackets and neatly pressed uniforms. a private school on the outskirts of tokyo, sure, but public image?

"since when do high school teachers care about their pr?"

gojo flexes his hands, and your eyes drop. slender fingers that you know like the back of your own hand, fingers you've traced absentmindedly when he's sprawled across your couch, fingers that have curled into the dip of your waist in the quiet hours of the night. long, pale, too elegant for someone as brash as him, tensing now as though he's bracing for impact. he's hesitating, weird, because gojo satoru never hesitates.

well, maybe once. the first time he asked you out, flushed and nigh tripping over himself, looking so damn adorable that you had stomped your loubitons, and said 'yes' just so you could kiss him.

"i need to tell you something, baby."

something cold slides down your spine, and it has nothing to do with the evening chill. the air shifts, thickens, pressing against your skin in a way that makes your pulse gallop. you swallow, tongue suddenly heavy in your mouth at how gojo looks unsettled.

that's what gets you. he's never like this. not even that one time months ago when you caught him unwrapping white bandages from his eyes, headache, he had muttered, fingers gripping some torn, stained bundle of purple and green silk. he had crashed out on your cosmos couch minutes later, surly and morose for the days that followed.

your mind races. his family, it has to be his family. the old-money, aristocratic gojo family, the family that he's never introduced you too. they probably think actresses and pop stars are meant to be ogled at from afar, hardly worthy material to bring home to the estate. your stomach churns, for is that why he showed up here, rumpled and tense, instead of waiting until you got home? is this it, ending things?

your heart's hammering, and you hate this, hate it so bad. how how much you want to cling to him, to stop whatever he's about to say from slipping past his candy-pink lips.

"i'm a sorcerer."

there's a sharp, stabbing pain right behind your eyes.

and you're blinking, slowly, mind whirring. then you laugh, loud. sharp, and far too high-pitched, "god, this is why i love you. you're funny, 'toru. i can't believe you actually had me worried and shit, like –"

"i'm being serious, baby." and that's the thing, isn't it? he seems so, like he believes every word coming out of his mouth. his hands, big and warm, close around yours, and there's something in the way that he clasps you, as though he's pleading, and it makes you freeze.

"swear i would never string you along in something like this," gojo murmurs, "i know it's a lot, but seriously, you can ask me anything. anything, and i'll try to answer. and i wasn't ever sure how i was gonna' tell you, but promise i was waiting for the right time and –"

your boyfriend, bless his beautiful face and questionable judgement, and golden heart, has lost his goddamn mind.

your fingers tighten around his, feeling the scrape of faint callouses and scars, "okay, c'mon. now this is getting a little weird."

"you don't believe me?" and gojo looks, god, he looks devastated. long, white lashes fluttering against icy eyes, earnest in a way that makes your stomach twist.

"babe, you said sorcerer right? like...magic? big pointy hats, and all that shit?"

gojo just nods, a faint flush colouring his cheeks, "jujutsu sorcerer. it's real, like, y'know shoko? remember when we met her at that bar downtown, we went to school together. she can back me up, or –, or, i can take you to the school, or introduce you to –"

"okay, okay!" you pull your hands away, feeling your breath hitch as your pulse pounds in your ears, "satoru, stop. seriously. i don't know what you're trying to do here, but it's really startin' to freak me out."

gojo's jaw tightens, the beautiful and haunting lines of his face hardening. something raw, and something sharp flickers through his eyes, "you think i'm fuckin' with you?" there's something brittle in the low control of his tone, "you think i'd joke about this?

you throw your hands up, bejewelled bvlgari sliding down your digits, "yes, satoru! you joke about everything, sometimes." your heart is erratic now, bile sitting in the back of your throat, "what the fuck are you even sayin', like, magic? that you really want me to believe that you're a wizard?"

"not a wizard, sorcerer."

"oh, my bad," you bite out, lips snapping around disbelieving words, "that just makes so much more sense."

gojo's eyes flare, and he's pressing a thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his defined nose, as though he can feel another one of his migraines creeping up, "god, can you just, — can you just listen to me for once?"

"listen to you?" you laugh, but it's far more of a disbelieving scoff, "listen to yourself, please. satoru, we're halfway across the world right now. i could put my career, my entire future, on hold because i really do love you. and now you're telling me that you — what? fight demons in your free time?"

"curses," gojo mutters, rolling big, blue eyes, as though it makes much of a difference to you.

"oh my god."

gojo's looking at you as though he doesn't even recognise you, like he expected something different, as though you're the one making this hard. his throat is bobbing, adam's apple shifting, and you can see his hands pinch at his sides, "knew you wouldn't believe me," he's muttering, shaking his head of tousled, white hair, "this was jus' stupid, no wonder i never tried this whole time."

"they why do it now?" you throw the words at him, suddenly furious and hurting, because you don't understand why he's pulling this on you, now. "why? like, go on, show me something, then, 'toru! or otherwise this is some insane, insane shit, i can't even – i don't know what you want me to do."

gojo's mouth opens, and then closes. his shoulders droop just slightly, and for a moment, just a brief and flickering moment, he looks far more tired than his twenty-eight years. but a split second passes, and he's exhaling, just stepping back.

"forget it," gojo snaps, voice clipped, "this was a mistake. i got real shit to do, talk to y'afterwards." he's turning, stalking off and pulling his sunglasses away from his face (he rarely does that), as though you're the one that's let him down.

what the fuck? the tell-tale click of a camera rings your ears, followed by a bright flash. great. you need a drink, stat.

you shouldn't do this. you know you shouldn't do this. and yet, here you are, gripping at gojo's sleek phone, left with you when he disappeared to fuck knows where.

your fingers twitch around the case, like you should just chuck it across the hotel suite and be done with this whole thing. but you don't, you just sit there. the silence pressing in too thick, your manager's tired voice still rattling in your skull.

yes. you have a boyfriend. yes, he showed up tonight. yes, you still love him, even if he's lost his marbles.

you keep that last part to yourself, thumb hesitating over your own phone, resisting the urge to doom scroll your way into some clarity. as though your snark reddit thread is going to have some answers for this mess.

the oscar de la renta is long gone, carefully pried off and zipped away into a smooth, dark bag — leaving you in a slinky ysl number, straight from their summer runway, drumming your fingers along the bejewelled hem as diamonds still glint at your ears. and gojo? nowhere to be found.

you exhale sharply, rolling his phone between your palms before pressing the screen to life. you shouldn't, you never do this. in two years, you've never once felt the need to snoop, nor pry, to check if he was lyin' about anything, because he never gave you a reason to.

but here you are, thumbing in the passcode anyway. it's your birthday, fuck. of course it is. you're staring at the unlocked screen, suddenly still, what the hell are you even looking for? if this was some elaborate joke, some ruse, what would you find? some notes app plan to send you spiralling? but it was the way that gojo satoru had looked, as though he had truly been hurt, and it hadn't seem false at all.

your thumb hesitates, tapping onto the messages. skimming past familiar names, shoko (right, yep), that kento, and something from an okkotsu with a smiling emoticon next to it. your stomach churns at the intrusion, but your curiosity (and desire to break free of the doghouse) presses harder. you press at a read bubble.

yaga we think it's a special grade. could possess a domain. gojo exorcised it. 👍

you're peering at the timestamp, thirty mere minutes before you had torn away from the red carpet, demanding to know why the hell he looked as though he lost the fight with an angry gnome, as though he'd wrestled a ghost in the back alley.

your mouth goes bone dry, 'exorcised.' this clearly isn't a joke, it's far too intricate, too deeply woven into gojo's life for it to be some elaborate prank. you feel vaguely ill, swiping through emails, some from a guy named ijichi, reports full of the kind of gory details you'd expect from a crime documentary. terms like domain expansion, cursed energy and a special grade blur together as you flip onto your side, heels still dangling off the bed, skirt hem riding up.

then, by pure accident, you tap into his camera roll. oh, there's so much of you. soft candid shots, like you laughing into a martini. you, asleep in the passenger seat of his car, caught mid-bite into a croissant that time he took you to paris. a dumb, fond smile tugs at your sparkling lips despite yourself, but then you swipe and —

a video. you press play, praying to the heavens above that there's no mortal punishment for being a nosy ass.

gojo, in that sleek, grey suit that you so adore. he seems to be at some restaurant, on a cruise ship, perhaps? demolishing a banana split with the kind of enthusiasm that most men reserve for their wedding night.

next to him, a pale and dark-haired boy is watching in resigned horror, while the bleary, unfocused lens swivels to a group of more, unfamiliar teenagers. they're all dressed in some form of black-tie wear, rambling about completed missions and gojo-sensei.

sensei, you frown, feeling a thick lump in your throat. they must be his students, the ones from his classes, and the way they're talking to him, laughing and giggling? he's so, so loved. fuck, what had you been missing?

the camera lingers on a girl with a sharp sway of auburn hair, propped with her elbows on the table, in a frilly black dress. there's a pink-haired kid nudging her as she snaps her fingers, something glinting on the table.

nails, like those you'd see at some hardware store. nails that move, without her even touching them once. your stomach twists, and you rewind. once. twice. ten times. watching, staring, trying to catch at how the metal swivels without even brushed against.

sorcery. gojo had said to your face, and you had scoffed. tch', you snap the phone shut and shove it on the soft sheets, something ugly clawing at your throat. nausea, guilt. some form of shame, and exasperation with the man you love for not telling you this earlier.

you fiddle with the diamond hanging from your ear, forlornly glancing at the heavy door, for you want gojo. to say that you're sorry, to say that you're furious he didn't explain this better, to say that you love him, that you want him to be alright, that you need him, that you want —

slam!

the door swings open, no keycard, and no knock. and you near damn jump out of your skin, a rush of heat and cold spiking through you all at once. crawling over your bare arms, legs still glossed and smoothed underneath your little dress.

gojo. gojo, standing there, looking undone. ruffled, and heaving as he drinks the sight of you in. those ever-present sunglasses, those tinted shades that he so favours are gone. and when his eyes flick up to you, you suck in a breath so sharp that it scrapes at your throat.

they glow, electric blue, almost too vibrant to be real, like something pulled straight out of a vivid imagination.

"satoru," you manage, voice pattering away at how his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, catching the way his lips part, something frayed and desperate twisting his expression. the fine cotton of his shirt is streaked with red, and there's a smear of that same crimson shade reaching up his left cheek, stretching up to his ear. like a painter who got impatient with a brush.

"baby," gojo exhales, voice thick, as though he's been holding this in all night, moving towards you, steady, "i shoulda' told you, told you more. need you to believe me, but –"

you press a manicured finger against his lips, "i believe you. satoru, i really do. i'm so sorry, i had no idea and — wait, whose blood is this?"

gojo shudders under your touch, just the slightest tremour, eyes blown wide, "not who," lashes fluttering lower, leaning against you, "what. and it doesn't matter much now."

your boyfriend's searching your face, looking for something, something more intimate, desparate in your expression. his brows pulled together, and mouth parting into a soft oh! when he sees a mirror reflection of his own want.

and then, he's kissing you, and you're kissing him. whining desperately into the press of his lips, suddenly hot for the urge to pull your legs right against that thick bulge that jostles at your thigh. to lean more into the wandering hands that tug at the hem of season ysl.

you're gasping, not protesting as thick hands pull at your thighs. laying you flat against the bed, the finest suite that this hotel has to offer. away from prying eyes, and nosy reporters hoping to catch the who's who of your bedmates. or rather, the singular love of your life.

gojo's chuckling at your expression, "don't worry, baby. won't ruin yer' pretty dress," lips curled into a slow smile, burning a determined path down the arch of your neck, past the low dip of your neckline over your breasts, "want me, baby? wan' this?"

"so bad," you murmur, just giggling as gojo groans, pulling you up so you're splayed out for him, balanced across his thighs. the very tip of your heels digging into his back as you cross your legs to pull him closer, "m'boyfriend's so hot."

gojo whines into your chest, laving blossoming bruises over the skin that you know will give the makeup artists a field day, and it's obvious how needy he is. thick curve of his bulge pressing right up against your core, rutting his hips for some friction as he showers you in attention, worshipping your form. lips coming back to press into yours, laving at your mouth.

"hah, 'toru!" you yelp, adjusting the silky, beaded neckline, "easy on the d-dress. fuck, can't explain that to my s-stylist when you –" you're mewling, your words getting lost in the heat of gojo's panting mouth.

"what'dya take me for, baby?" gojo hums, slick strands clinging to his dewy lips, running broad hands over your waist, "but i gotta' show my girl," and here, he's patting lower over your hips, "some lovin', and some care, heh."

gojo truly fears he may be obsessed with you, just as much as the rest of the world is. but he, well, he's the only one who gets to see you like this, the flesh of your thighs splayed out underneath the hem that's ridden up of that gorgeous number you've got on. throwing your head back for him, just him.

he's sighing, prettily, tapping at your cheek with loving fingers, "can fuck ya' here, right? gonna' do it so good, show y'some other things you've been missin' out on."

you tilt your head, "you already fuck me that good, 'toru." feeling him groan, racking his bulge up against you once more, "never made me miss out on a, hah, a d-damn thing."

gojo looks ravenous, eyes still wide, white lashes framing the pools of vibrant, electric blue, "told ya' about jujutsu, didn't i?" pressing a filthy kiss to your lips once more, "well, heh, just you wait. can use it for plentyyy other things, baby."

your dress is being pushed up, the soft fabric giving little resistance as gojo presses the rough pads of his fingers into your hips. haute couture giving way for gojo to touch as much of you as he can.

"baby," he's whining, jaw slack as he slides a finger over the crevice of your thighs, "prettiest fuckin' thing i've ever seen. love you so bad, it hurts. it really, really does." and how could you not love him back, gojo who's peering at you with dilated, adoring eyes?

"just gonna, yeah, put ya' down there. don't gotta' do much, just lay there, pretty." gojo's pressing you down slowly, gently. further into the mattress, as he slots himself right at the apex of your thighs. slapping at your fingers when you reach for the straps of your heels, "don't," he whines, petulant, "it looks hot. might hafta' get you another pair," bestowing another sweet kiss upon your waiting, swollen lips when you scoff.

"satoru," you purr, carding your polished nails over the man's scalp, threading your fingers through soft, white strands. relishing in how his throat bobs, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, "said you had some jujutsu, that's the word, right? something to show me? well?"

whatever paper thin resolve had been holding gojo satoru cracks, snapping away as gojo's eyes harden, hand pulling at the bands of your thin, sheer panties. ones clearly meant to flirt, and tease.

the lace waistband gives way with a gutting, sopping tear. and gojo's grinning, wide so sharp canines poke out from underneath cherry lips, rolling the ball of torn fabric up and tucking them away into his pockets, snickering as though he's won his prize, "s-soaked, already?"

you fight the furious blush that colours your cheeks when gojo whistles, low and impressed, laying himself flat on his stomach so your heels are swinging over his shoulders, resting against his back, as he takes in the brazen sight of your swollen folds throbbing, "pretty pussy's always so wet for me, heh." watching clear slick gather from your mound to your entrance, sliding his index finger along your slit, "wanna' taste you, baby."

you know there's little else on this earth that brings as much pleasure as gojo's eager mouth, the way he becomes truly ravenous when he's in between your legs — thighs hooked over his frame. how he always knows the right spots to press his mouth to, where to flatten his tongue against your slick. but now? right now, you want him in you. mouth lolling at the idea of his thick inches stuffin' you so, so full.

gojo latches onto your silence, resting his soft head of white hair against your thigh, batting long lashes up at you from underneath his lidded gaze, "or does my pretty girl want somethin' else, mhm?" the corners of his soft, pink lips quirking upwards in the ghost of a knowing smile.

it's hard to form a decent response when his slender middle finger is teasing over your glimmering slit, making you keen at the slick pop! of your arousal ringing in your ears, "s-satoru! think you, hahh, know what i want, please."

you're not above begging, certainly not when gojo's grinning, as pleased as the cat who got the cream. looming up to unbuckle his fine, leather belt, and hissing when his own hand provides just enough fiction to make his ears blush a hot, deep crimson.

you never, ever grow tired of this sight. the pale flush on gojo's neck trailing down, down further past sinous muscle and soft flesh. past the curl of white hairs on his groin, and to the long, thick curve of his cock that already looks as though it's throbbing.

"wait a sec', baby," gojo breathes, two gentle fingers pushing past your dripping folds to gather some of the translucent slick pooling onto the sheets beneath you. the wet smack! of his hand pumping your arousal over his cock like some lubricant, and the way he's releasing a sharp, serpentine sound at how filthy it all is.

he's teasing you, and it makes you groan. makes you writhe on the bed, desperately hoping that he has some form of mercy on you, bucking your cunt against his rounded, leaking tip that's sliding through your folds, "gonna' show ya' exactly how i hit bullseye each time, baby."

there's that luminous blue light, pulsing from gojo's irises (that you swear have reformed into feral, little hearts). it's a shade of blue so intense, it seems as though he's been carved from the sky itself.

"f-fuck," you whine, feeling the first inch of his thick shaft nudging past your swollen, aching folds, "hngh, 'toru, fuck, 's big." whimpering from the sheer pleasure as gojo chuckles, his warm palms resting on your thighs to swing your legs over his shoulders once more. pressing down into the meanest mating press that you can imagine.

glorious, hot inches rummaging past your gummy walls, exploring every crevice as you're certain his weeping tip must already be kissing that sensitive spot at your cervix, "babe, satoru, fillin' me so good already."

the nasty, acute angle at which he's got you folded is something out of your most lustful dreams, ones where gojo's panting just like he is now, already babbling, "always s'perfect for me, perfect fit, love you baby," that low rumble in gojo's chest quivering as he litters droopy kisses over your cheek, your neck and down your collarbone.

that purr falling from gojo's glossy lips getting louder with each surefire hit that he delivers against your sweet, rough spot, and had you been in a more coherent state, you would have been marvelling at how instantly your boyfriend had managed to hit the bullseye he promised, and you hear him faintly laugh, "called six eyes, baby. gonna' show you allll the ways i can use it, heh."

not able to stop the whimper when you feel the sticky smack of skin against your ass, slamming into you over and over again, "y'got two eyes, though?"

a damn near sob when he begins rolling his hips so sluttily, so he can truly swab at you with the most pleasurable sensation, laughing so pretty with a faint dimple creasing the corner of his mouth, "tch', so much to teach ya', baby. don't worry, we'll cover everything."

"hah, 'toru, satoru, babe," you squeal, the very tips of your manicured nails placing little perfect pricks onto the nape of gojo's flushed neck, "fuckin' me so damn' good." and you know how much your boyfriend likes to be praised, for he's flushing even more, whining as you lock your ankles in the air.

and the pace that he keeps up is nothing short of inhuman, tacking his groin against your sloppy clit until there's tears of relief pooling on your lashes. and it's not like you've ever been left dissatisfied with gojo satoru around, for from the very first night, he's been an expert at leaving you bleary eyed, and hazy with little cupid arrows dancing around your head.

but to be aware of all this, well, it's something different. there's that raw, searing blue gaze that you've never caught before, sending waves of raw pleasure down your spine.

each raspy groan drawn out of gojo is punctuated with the thick slap of his cock against your inner walls, that filthy mess of his pre and your arousal puddling beneath your hips and thighs so, so deliciously.

as though he's committing every inch of you to memory, his girthy shaft bullying fat inches, battering your guts with the most tingly, mind-numbing kisses ever, and he seems to be sipping at your lips, downing his favourite taste (or second favourite, he may claim with a cheeky grin). kissing at your neck, beneath the weight of diamonds that glitter at your flushed ears.

you're trying to shift under the weight pushing you down, parting your thighs to create more space so you can gasp, "h-here, 'toru, please. 'm so close, wanna' cum with you."

and how could gojo satoru not want to propose to you right then and there? visions running through his head, all of you. you, his wife, his love, and the idea of, fuck, little bundles with his white hair cradled in your arms. visions that he's heard you talk about fondly before. already dreaming of that opulent diamond band he saw in that window store front of some luxury flagship store.

and gojo doesn't even realise he's getting caught up in that lovesick haze. nimble fingers rolling over the hood of your throbbing clit, tight circles being traced over the sensitive bud. and how he relishes the sound of your wanton moans falling against his ear, you have to finish, he needs to see it.

six eyes kicking up into overdrive as he angles his aching cock just so, that ghostly, cobalt light finding the exact spot in your pretty, perfect cunt to make you whine and squeal, and gojo feels as though he may have just seen the pearly gates when you quiver, shaking in his hold as you release crashes down on you. you, you, you. falling apart so prettily for him, lashes fluttering shut as you squeeze your eyes, and there's that gorgeous glow that he so loves to admire.

"hah, ah, 'toru!" you dig into his back, feeling up the open dress shirt still hanging from him, "s-sensitive, babe. so, s-soo good, mmph!" moaning at the feeling of gojo bursting, filling you with thick ropes of pearly release, throbbing right at your very core. laughing fondly as he kisses you through his own release, gasping and groaning into your mouth, "baby, fuck, baby, love you sooo much." clearly reluctant to even pull out of you, but enamoured by the sight of viscous, creamy cum leaking of you, practically adoring the filthy sight.

"tsk', i got sloppy with my aim, pretty," gojo hisses, "didn't put it all in ya', wanna try again?"

you're tucked against gojo's chest, cheek pressed to that expensive cologne that always lingers on him. spicy, clean, with that faint undercurrent of something sweet. his hand is in your hair, raking through it, and he's laughing, laughing as he smooths down your dress, all so fond and unbothered as you scowl.

for you know that tomorrow, everyone's gonna' be demanding answers as to why that brand new little ysl looks as though you crawled through a hedge backwards. black silk all wrinkled, straps coming loose at your shoulders.

speaking of answers...

"satoru?" you murmur, lacing your fingers with his, and gojo just hums in acknowledge, slow and lazy as you sigh, "do you have a kid?"

your boyfriend's freezing, and you feel him stiffen beneath you as he pulls back to stare at you, "what — like a kid kid? like a mini-me?" pink, kiss-stung lips parted as he's blinking, as though he's missing to whatever you've caught on.

"yeah," you mumble, suddenly feeling a lil' silly about it, "i was just, y'know, looking at your phone. swear i wasn't being nosy on purpose, just wanted to see all that sorcerer shit you were talkin' about. and i think i saw something, like a legal doc' with a kid under your name." tapping your chin in thought, "ugh, what was it again? megumi?"

gojo's features shift, that flicker of 'oh shit' that makes you backtrack, "i don't mind, by the way," you blurt, hands up, "not mad or anythin', just, like, wanted to know. since you were tellin' me everything about you, and if you have like a secret child, or two –"

a beat, and then gojo laughs. you can feel the vibrations of the deep rumbles in his chest, that ridiculous cackle that makes your ribs shake against his chest. thick arms locking you tighter against him as he grins, "oh, baby," he's purring, "it's a long story. see, i met this fella' once, toji zenin, this was wayy back when i was in school, and he killed me –"

"what the fuck?"

"i have a lotta' stories like this, don't worry. i'll tell ya' whatever you wanna' know, hah."

[rafayelxsylusho]

How would the LADS men react to you faking an org@sm part 3

Xavier x reader

TW: SMUT SMUT SMUT ⭐⭐⭐

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

You have a new hunting partner, you agreed to train with him today and he was waiting for you outside your building so you decided to fake it.

You knew Xavier and he was not acting normally, he was never this possessive. You guys had been at it for almost an hour and he just kept edging you and denying you the pleasure you craved, it was like he wanted to keep you there all day just to himself.

Xavier's smirk grows wider, a glimmer of amusement and something darker, more knowing, flashing in his deep blue eyes. He leans back, propping himself up on his elbows, and watching you through half-lidded lids with a look that's almost lazily indulgent, as if he was letting you have this little moment of pretense.

"Is that all you've got, love?" he murmurs, voice a low, husky rumble. "I thought we did better than such obvious tricks and games."

"Come now," he purrs, leaning in until you feel his breath ghosting over your ear, the scruff of his chin rasping lightly against your cheek. "You can do better than that. Give me a real show."

"Xavier, I have to go, can we talk about this later? I'm running late, I'm so sorry".

As you try to slip away and dress as quickly as you can Xavier's grip tightens on your wrist like a vice. In one swift, fluid motion, he yanks you back towards him and then he is pushing you flush against the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window. The chill seeps through your naked skin, pebbling your flesh with goosebumps.

He crowds into your space, one hand braced on the glass beside your head, the other still gripping your wrist, pinning your arm above you. His tall, leanly muscular frame looms over you, surrounding you, trapping you between his hard body and the unyielding window.

His eyes, dark and intense, search yours, boring into you with an almost feral intensity. A lock of sun-kissed blond hair falls across his brow as he leans down, until you're nearly nose to nose. You can see every flicker of emotion in those piercing blue depths - the hunger, the possessiveness, the dark promise of retribution.

"Going somewhere?" he murmurs, voice a low, dangerous rumble. His breath is hot against your lips, mingling with yours in the scant space between your mouths. "Without giving me my proper goodbye?"

His grip on your wrist tightens fractionally, a silent warning. The hand on the glass flexes, fingers curling into the window, as if he's barely holding himself back from grabbing you, from dragging you back onto the bed and pinning you beneath him until he's wrenched every last drop of pleasure from your willing, wanton body.

"Be a good girl," he growls softly, dangerously, "and stay. I'm not done with you yet." His lips curve into a wicked, carnal smirk. "Not by a long shot."

His grip on your wrist tightens, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises. He leans in closer, jealousy and a possessive fury burning in his eyes.

"Ahh, I see," he says, voice dripping with mocking understanding. "The new hunting partner is already here, hmm? And you're in such a hurry to go to him."

He reaches up with his free hand to brush a strand of hair from your face, a surprisingly gentle gesture that belies the anger simmering just beneath the surface. His fingertips linger on your cheek, tracing the curve of your jawline.

Xavier's gaze flicks to the window, following your own to the man sitting on the bench outside. His eyes narrow, jaw clenching as he takes in the sight. After a long, tense moment, he turns back to you, a dark scowl etched onto his handsome face.

"Yes, that's him," he confirms, voice tight and clipped with barely restrained annoyance and jealousy. "Quite the eager little thing, isn't he? Practically bouncing in his seat, waiting for you."

He shifts even closer, pinning you harder against the glass, using his height and strength to loom over you in a blatant display of dominance. His blue eyes blaze with a fierce light as they rove over your naked form, lingering on every curve and dip, as if committing it to memory.

"Spread. Your. Legs." he commands, enunciating each word slowly, darkly. His grip on your wrist tightens fractionally, fingers digging into your skin with a delicious, painful pressure.

At the same time, his other hand trails down your side, over the curve of your hip, to grip your thigh possessively. He squeezes, his long fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises behind.

"Now," he growls, voice a low, dominating rumble, "be a good girl and do as you're told. Show me that sweet cunt of yours, the one that belongs to me."

His hand on your thigh starts to slide upward, his touch bold and intimate. He's not asking permission, he's demanding compliance. The air between your bodies feels charged with a dangerous, erotic energy, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you so hard and so deep," he promises, voice a low, sinful purr. "I'm going to pound this tight little cunt of yours until you're screaming my name, until you forget all about your precious new partner out there."

His hand on your thigh slides higher, his fingers brushing maddeningly close to your aching sex. He teases along your inner thigh, his touch feather-light and taunting.

"And when you're out there, trying to focus on your training, trying to hold your gun right...I want you to feel every single thrust, every hard, deep stroke. I want you to remember how I stretched you out, how I made this greedy little hole mine."

He punctuates his words with a sharp nip to your lower lip, a warning and a promise all in one. His grip on your wrist tightens,his hips pressing urgently against your ass letting you feel the thick, hard outline of his arousal.

"I'll fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling it for days," he growls, a dark smirk playing about his kiss-swollen lips. "And every ache, every delicious twinge...you'll know it was me. You'll know that this cunt belongs to me, no matter who you're with."

Xavier doesn't hesitate, he surges forward, driving his thick, hard cock deep into your aching, dripping cunt with one brutal thrust. The breath is driven from your lungs as he hilts himself fully inside you.

"Fuck!" he snarls, head thrown back in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut as your scorching, velvety walls grip him like a vice. "So fucking wet and warm"

He gives you no time to adjust, no gentle start. He sets a punishing, relentless pace from the very beginning, pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as he takes you hard and fast, just like he promised.

One hand grips your hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, while the other finds your throat, pulling your head back to bare your neck to his hungry mouth. He bites down hard on the tender skin there, marking you, claiming you.

Xavier continues his relentless assault, each powerful thrust driving your body forward and slamming your face and tits against the cold, unyielding glass of the window. The shock of the chill on your sensitive skin contrasts deliciously with the scorching heat of his body pinning you from behind.

"Fuck, the way your ass bounces with every thrust...it's obscene," he growls. His fingers find your nipple, pinching and rolling the hardened peak between them, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

He leans over you, caging you in completely, his chest pressed to your back, his hips driving up and into yours with brutal precision. His hot breath falls across your shoulder and neck, his teeth finding your skin, biting down hard enough to leave vivid marks.

"That's it, scream for me," he demands, voice a sinful rumble, "Let the whole damn city know who's ruining this pussy!"

To emphasize his point, he snakes a hand around your hip, finding your clit, and rubs the sensitive nub in tight, furious circles. His fingers are slick and wet, coated in your dripping arousal, and he uses it to his advantage, stroking and teasing and pushing you closer to the edge.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," he promises darkly, hips never slowing, never pausing in their relentless, punishing rhythm. "And then I'm going to send you out there, a fucking mess, to make you remember who you belong to."

Xavier's breath comes fast and hot against the back of your neck as he pounds into you, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, his voice a low, possessive growl.

"Oh, how I wish this window was made of clear glass," he rasps, punctuating each word with a sharp, deep thrust. "I want the whole world to see you like this - bent over, tits pressed against the window, your cunt stretched wide around my cock as I fuck you just...like...this...."

"I want them to see your face, flushed and fucked stupid, your mouth open in a silent scream. I want them to watch your body jolt and shake with every thrust, to see your tits bounce and sway as I ruin your greedy hole."

He rolls his hips, grinding his pelvis against your ass, letting you feel every thick inch of him buried deep inside you. His fingers flex around your throat, not quite squeezing, but close.

"And I want them to know, without a doubt, that this cunt belongs to me. That no matter who you're with, no matter what you do...you'll always be mine"

He bites down on your shoulder, sucking a dark bruise into your skin, marking you as his. His hips start to move again, faster, harder, determined to make good on his promise to ruin you completely. The sound of your arousal, dripping and squelching with every thrust, fills the air, mixing with your breathy moans and his dark, sinful growls.

He pistons his hips forward, slamming into you with enough force to rattle the window in its frame. The glass rattles and shakes with each brutal thrust, a testament to the ferocity of his desire, to the primal, animalistic way he's taking you.

And then he slams into you with one final, brutal thrust, grinding his pelvis hard against your ass. At the same time, his fingers tighten around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your eyes widen and your lungs burn for air.

"Scream for me," he demands, voice a low, dark rumble, "Scream my fucking name, let the whole world know who makes you feel this way!"

Your scream tears from your throat, raw and primal, echoing through the room and bouncing off the window. "XAVIER!" You wail, your voice breaking on his name as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your cunt clenches and spasms around his thick cock, your walls rippling and grasping, trying to pull him deeper, to keep him inside you.

He groans, a low, guttural sound, his hips jerking and stuttering as your muscles squeeze him like a velvet vice. "Fuck, yes!" he snarls, fingers digging into your hip and your throat as he grinds into you, his cock pulsing and throbbing hard inside your fluttering sheath.

His other hand finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub almost cruelly as he works you through your high, pushing you to take even more. Your scream turns into a wordless, keening wail, your body shaking and shuddering as pleasure crashes through you in relentless waves.

As the waves of your intense orgasm start to ebb, Xavier suddenly pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty and aching. Before you can miss the fullness of him, he's spinning you around, flipping you to face him. His hands grip your shoulders tightly, fingers digging into your skin, and with a swift, almost rough motion, he pushes you down to your knees.

You find yourself staring up at him, your chest heaving, your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, your hair a wild mess around your face. Your lips are parted slightly, still letting out the occasional gasping breath. He looms over you, tall and powerful, his eyes blazing down at you with a dark, possessive heat.

Without a word, he takes your chin in his hand, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he tilts your head back, forcing you to maintain eye contact. His other hand wraps around the thick, throbbing length of his cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly, a wicked grin playing about his kiss-swollen lips.

"Look at you, so thoroughly fucked out, so desperate for more," he murmurs, his voice a low, sinful rumble.

Xavier's grip on his throbbing cock tightens, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent as he feels your hot little tongue lapping at the sensitive head. The sensation is too much, too intense, and with a guttural groan, he yanks his hips back.

Thick, hot ropes of cum erupt from the swollen tip, painting your heaving chest and face in broad, messy strokes. He grunts and growls, head thrown back in ecstasy as he marks you, claims you, paints you with his seed.

He pumps his length through the final spurts, ensuring every last drop of his hot cum is spent on your well-fucked body. As the waves of his climax start to subside, he looks down at you, a dark, grin spreading across his face.

Xavier leans down, his face softening into a tender expression as he gently cups your cheek. With his thumb, he carefully wipes away the remnants of his release from your lips and chin, his touch surprisingly gentle compared to moments before.

"Such a good girl" he murmurs, a note of pride in his voice. "I want you to keep this mark on your chest, a reminder of who you belong to, even as you go about your day."

He stands up to his full height, looking down at you with a mix of satisfaction and possessive heat in his eyes. 

"Now, go on and finish your training. But don't take too long...I'll be waiting to help you get cleaned up properly when you return.

With a final, heated look and a playful wink, he turns and strides out of the room, leaving you kneeling there, chest marked with his claim, heart still racing from your intense encounter. The promise of more to come hangs heavy in the air, filling you with anticipation and a deep, bone-deep satisfaction.

[dorabellingham]

Vows in a rush

warning: none

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when after years of marriage you decide to renew your vows and he surprises you

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The afternoon was golden, tinged by the sunset that painted the sky with soft shades of pink, orange and blue. The place chosen by Jude for the renewal of the vows was a small garden hidden between hills, surrounded by ancient trees and wildflowers. It was a dream setting, intimate, just for you.

You had imagined that it would be a special moment, but nothing prepared you for what you saw when you approached the altar.

Jude was there, waiting for you, wearing an elegant dark suit that made him look even more handsome. But it wasn't just him. Next to him were Jayden and Oliver, your two boys, dressed in small suits identical to their father's. Jay, with his curls perfectly arranged, held a small pillow of wedding rings, while Oli, on his father's lap, looked around with curious eyes.

Your heart stopped for a moment.

The vision of them there, the three men of your life, waiting for you at the altar, was enough to make tears fill your eyes before even taking the first step.

-Oh, Jude...

You whispered to yourself, feeling your legs almost fail.

You held the bouquet harder and tried to take a deep breath, but the tears were already rolling freely down your face. You walked slowly through the improvised corridor, feeling his heart beating faster with each step.

When you finally reached the altar, Jude smiled at you, his eyes shining with emotion.

-You look so beautiful, darling.

He murmured, holding your hand.

You looked at him, then at the smiling boys, and sobbed softly.

-You took me completely by surprise, babe.

Jude laughed, wiping a tear from your face with his thumb.

-I thought it would be special if we did this together. You're not just my wife, Y/n. You are the mother of our children, the woman I want to live with every day of my life. I wish they were here to see this, to feel how strong and full of love this family is.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your tears, but it was impossible.

The ceremony began in a simple way, only the two exchanging sincere vows, with the little boys as witnesses of the love that united them.

Jude held your hands gently and took a deep breath before starting.

-Babe, I chose you years ago, and I would choose you as many times as necessary. Since the day we said "yes" to each other, we went through incredible moments, through challenges, joys that I never imagined I could feel. You are my partner, my best friend, my home. With you, life is always worth it. Today, in front of our children, I want to promise once again that I will love you, protect you and make you happy for the rest of my life.

You sniffed, laughing in the midst of tears.

—Jude...

You tried to speak, but the voice failed from so much emotion.

He smiled, waiting patiently while you took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself.

-I've told you before, and I'll say it again... I would marry you a thousand times, Jude Bellingham. Not because I need to, but because you are the love of my life. From the moment we started this journey, I knew that it was with you that I wanted to grow old. You give me strength, make me laugh on the worst days, make me feel the most loved woman in the world. And, above all, you gave me the greatest gifts of my life: our children. So, today, before them, I promise to continue by your side, to continue loving you, to continue being yours, forever.

Tears ran freely down your face, and the man in your front couldn't hold back the emotion either.

Jay looked at the two, clearly confused with the crying, and pulled the bar of his father's suit.

-Daddy, mommy is crying.

Jude laughed and took his eldest son on his lap, while you held Oliver.

-It's because she's happy, Jay.

He explained, kissing his son's forehead.

Jayden looked at you with the most expressive brown eyes he had ever seen in your life and, in the purest innocence, opened his arms to you.

-I love you so much, mommy!

And that broke you completely.

You hugged the two boys and Jude at the same time, letting all the emotions overflow.

At that moment, in that small altar surrounded by flowers and love, you knew, more than ever, that there was no better place in the world to be.

[lieutenantfloyd]

Do you know the trend where if you have a significant other in the military you say they can’t come into your house but amendment 2 or 3 which say “ no quartering of soldiers without consent”

That with cyclone or Bob

All Shook Up - Bob x Reader

Word Count: 1.0k

Summary: After seeing a trend where military spouses tell their loved ones they aren't allowed inside under the 3rd Amendment, you decide to play a prank on your sweet, returning husband Bob—that is until you get the words out, and he reacts in the only way Bob knows how.

Warnings: fluff, domesticity, husband! Bob, very mild accidental hurt/comfort.

Authors Note: This idea is so funny to me! I'm already working on Beau's version, and I'll definitely be posting that soon.

Read on AO3

The sun had just begun setting when you put your plan into motion. Grinning to yourself as you set dinner to cook in the oven, you check out the kitchen window for any sign of Bob's car. Your husband had been away on a training exercise all week and had just called you thirty minutes ago stating he was close to home.

Minutes later as you spare the driveway another glance, you see Bob climb out of his car, duffle bag slung over his shoulder. You couldn't mask your almost childish excitement as you left the kitchen and trod over to the door. Even after the years you'd been together you never got over just how handsome he was. But today you had other things in mind.

You hear the soft thud of his boots on the porch followed by the jingle of his keys before the door opens.

"Honey I'm home," Bob calls out just as you appear.

His brow furrows when you don't answer, instead just standing and watching him without an ounce of your expected warmth.

"Honey?" He tries again, "Is everything all right?"

You let another long second pass, his brows furrowing, before you answer.

"Oh, yeah," you say casually, "you just can't stay here."

Bob's eyes instantly widen behind his glasses. His gentle gaze fills with a look that is somewhere between confusion and heartbreak.

"I..What?" He questions.

You clear your throat, initial plan shattering but doing your best to follow through with your prank in light of his expression, knowing it'll be easier to explain in the end when you're both—hopefully—laughing. 

"It is my right as an American citizen to exercise whatever rights I have the liberty of holding--including the third amendment of the United States Constitution, no quartering of soldiers and related military personnel without consent," You say, still standing in the entryway opposite Bob and the half open door.

Bob blinks, expression leaning more towards the confused end of things. For a second it looks like he's about to say something, only to remain silent. He glances at his hand still holding the doorknob, then over his shoulder outside before slowly— slowly —backing out and closing the door all without a word.

You let the silence hang for a second before you yourself grow confused. You had expected him to laugh or maybe fight back, or...really anything except actually leave . Yet as you're left standing there, your first instinct is to chase after him.

Crossing the distance and pulling the door open, you see him about to get back in his car.

"Bob!" you call out, earning a hurtfully hopeful glance back over his shoulder from the man, "I'm just messing with you!" you continue.

Bob's gaze drops and a brief flash of regret goes through you. He looks genuinely bewildered, as if he's going back through and cataloging months and years' worth of interactions to figure out where all this was coming from.

With a sigh you close the door behind you and step off the porch, padding softly down the steps until you're close enough to wrap your arm around the waist of your hopelessly sweet husband.

"I promise, It's just a prank, Bob," you reassure his worrying mind, "I thought it'd be funny, not that you'd just…”

You trail off, gesturing vaguely at everything as a brief flash of knowing crosses his eyes.

"Oh," he says after a long pause, brows still furrowed but tone far less tense, "I was so confused."

He returns your embrace, setting his bag on the ground and slinging an arm gently around you.

"I thought maybe something happened I didn't know about."

You can’t help but let out a soft laugh as you look up at him.

"You thought I'd kick you out over something you didn't even know?” You ask incredulously.

"Maybe If I forgot an anniversary or didn't text you goodnight–" He stammers, raising his free hand to rub the back of his neck, "I don't know what you think is worthy of invoking the constitution over, but it felt serious."

By now a soft blush has risen onto his cheeks and you can't help but place a kiss there, his flushed skin warmed under your gentle touch.

"You are too sweet for your own good, honey," you muse with a laugh, "You thought this was it? Really?"

"Well, I...It sounded serious!" He defends again with a bashful smile.

You can't help but laugh again, looking up at him in near warm-hearted wonder.

"You're always welcome to quarter here, or anywhere else I stay, for that matter."

Bob lets out a breath of relief, whatever tension was still held in his body leaving as your words provide the last bit of reassurance he needs.

"I...really didn't want to sleep in the car.”

You pat his back with a laugh and guide him up the steps and back inside before closing the door behind you both.

"Welcome home honey," you try again, a hint of joking still in your tone, "A place you'll always have a bed."

"Good to know," he chuckles softly, "Please, don't scare me like that again."

"I promise," You smile, pulling him in for a proper kiss this time, "I'll make it up to you."

"Yes please," he sighs, only to be distracted by the smell of roasting chicken coming from the kitchen.

"You...made dinner?" He asks gently, always so surprised by the little things even when they're a part of your daily routine.

"Of course I did. Can't have you going hungry, now, can we?"

Bob blinks then nods faintly in agreement.

"Good, go get changed while I finish up down here."

At that Bob practically melts in your arms like he does every time he comes home, never more relaxed than he is in your presence—even if it's your attempt at a prank that shakes him up to begin with.

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[iseetheisland]

Today, I had the shock of recognizing a flight attendant in a video and getting excited that he was getting hype online because he was so lovely on my flight.

Then I realized why the video of him was being shared, it was a memorial after the tragedy last week.

I'll never get 100% confirmation when I don't remember the name of the man working on my flight, but I recognized him and his energy instantly and confidently. I never forgot him because on top of being very fun at making announcements, he also went back to the lowest class seating I was in when a young child was panicking, and tried to help the mom calm the little boy down. Not out of demand, but kindness. He hadn't seemed to be an attendant assigned to my class. But I was sure to wish him a nice day as I got off the plane.

I'm not going to sit around pretending like I knew this man on any real level. I don't even think we directly interacted aside from when I unboarded. But I always remembered him.

So I guess, if you take anything from this, just remember that all the little good things you do in passing will be remembered by someone somewhere. And if tragedy strikes, that will be how you're remembered by all the random people you took a moment to display your kindness around. People you never even knew existed or appreciated you can and will remember the good you did around them.

I may not have actually known that man, but he left an impression of kindess in the world. He came up whenever I'd recap my favourite flight attendant experiences. And I'm really glad that I got to take that in firsthand.

[wolls-angel]

୨୧ ‧₊˚ what took so long? - j. woll ˚₊‧ ୨୧

pairing: j. woll x fem!reader summary: After almost 20 years of pining, it finally happens... request: in desperate need of jo woll childhood best friends to lovers. like i’m talking best friends since birth, and then admit they’re in love with each other at age 26. biggest slow burn ever 😫 word count: 1.6k warning(s):fluff, cheating (not between joe and reader), not much dialogue, longer than normal, not proof read notes: i have a love hate relationship with this fic. joe is so cute in it so i like it more. lmk what you think. i hope you love it !! xoxo

Everyone knows Joseph Woll as a hockey superstar. Young guy with his whole hockey career ahead of him. One of the most promising young goalies in the NHL. It's true. He is all of that. But to you, he's Joey.

You met Joe when you moved into your grandparents house. You were 8. Joe was the son of your grandmother's cleaning lady and she was eager to introduce the two of you. "It's nice when you have someone you know in a new situation," you remember her saying.

It was summer, so Shelley invited you over to her house to meet Joe and her other kids, Michael and Emma. You were sold when she said they had a swimming pool.

A few days later, she picked you up with Joe and Emma in the car and drove you to the Dunkin' near Joe's house. At this point, you and Joe had only exchanged one word. You both ordered the same thing (a lemonade) and your remember looking over at him and smiling. It was the first time you saw his face in full and, even at eight years old, you could tell it would be the end of you.

Your friendship only grew as you went to school together for years, learning all about each other and you just kept falling for him. You went to all his hockey games, helped him with his English homework, gave him advice about girls (even though he never took it). You watched him grow into a gorgeous, 6'4, kind, compassionate and respectful man. The man he is today.

As teenagers, you tried confessing your love so many times but your fear always paralysed you before you told him anything. What if he said no? What if he didn't want you? What if it ruined the friendship you had worked so hard to develop? It wasn't a risk you were willing to take.

All the way through high school, Joe never had a girlfriend. He would have a crush here or there but never pursued it. He always made up an excuse as to why he couldn't take a girl out.

"I'm too busy with hockey" was the usual response when they asked about his love life. Then his family would look at you and smile, as if to say "Well, she's right there".

You never dated either. For a much different reason though. You just kept holding out hope. Always thinking maybe that Valentine's day he would ask you. It never happened. And it wasn't even like you couldn't have went out. People were always asking you. It just wasn't Joe.

Joe took you to prom because neither of you had partners to go with. It was his mom's idea but he wasn't upset about it. You wore a beautiful dark red gown and had your hair in an updo, very stylish at the time. Joe knew you wanted the night to be special so he saved up to rent a limo. You told him he didn't have to but he insisted.

"It's the least I can do. You're going to the prom with me."

Joe also took you to the NHL draft with him in 2016. You remember the look on his face like it was yesterday. It was exactly where he wanted to be. An NHL prospect.

The next few years were hard. You went off to university in New York City while Joe went to train with the Toronto Maple Leafs. You would visit each other as often as you could. You'd go up for reading week. He'd come down for Spring Break. Things like that.

Summer was really the only time you would both spend time in your hometown. You would go boating with Joe, babysit his little sister, go to a party or a bar. It was nice. It felt like in the midst of all this change, there was something normal.

Then, in your third year at NYU, you met Charlie. He was kind, tall handsome and a pre med major. You met him at a cafe near campus, where you were both studying for midterms. He asked you out and you realized it was kinda embarrassing to keep waiting for Joe when he lived so far. He probably had a girlfriend. He just didn't care enough to tell you.

Charlie took you out one Friday after your lecture and swept you off your feet. He was a true gentleman. And you were happy. You called Joe a few days after you and Charlie made it official to tell him the good news.

"Oh... wow, Y/N, that's... amazing. I'm so happy for you," is all he said.

You were too happy to question Joe's sad tone or his hesitation in congratulating you. You were too happy. Your relationship with Charlie only lasted 3 months though.

You had made plans to meet Charlie at his place after your lecture. You had ended early because you had a headache and wanted to just chill before you went out for your 3 month anniversary dinner. Long story short, you caught him cheating. On your anniversary with some girl from his bio class.

You were heartbroken.

But enough about the past. Let's jump to the present.

Joe's NHL debut. You were so excited to get your mind off the break up and the fact that you needed to find a job after graduation. You just wanted to see Joe and support him. Fittingly, the game was against St. Louis and all of Joe's family and friends came to support him.

The game was amazing. Toronto won 3-2 in overtime, but Joe saved 32 shots. You could tell how proud the rest of the team was during the hug line. Joe didn't know you were there to watch him so after the game, you and his mom left to take you home to surprise him.

Once there you hide behind the couch in the living room. Joe walks in and the whole room explodes with applause and congratulations from his friends and family. You can't hold it in any longer and...

Oof.

You run into Joe at full speed, knocking him off balance.

"Wha-... Y/N?", he says, in complete shock. You giggle into his chest, squeezing him tight, "Hey, Joey. Miss me?". The smile on his face when you look up could have blinded you. Almost immediately, he engulfs you in the biggest hug possible. "Fuck yeah, I missed you," he mumbles, his head buried in your neck. After a second or two he lets go and you two enjoy the party as usual. That is, until right after dinner.

"Y/N, can we chat in the other room?"

You feel a hand grab your wrist. It's Joe. You brow furrows in confusion but you nod and he pulls you hastily into his bedroom. He motions for you to sit on the bed while he closes the door.

"I missed you, Y/N. How's school?" he sits down beside you. "Good. I'm so ready to be done," you respond with a smile. "Maybe when you're done, you can move up here. Be near me again". You giggle, "I'd love that, Joey".

"So, no Charlie today?"

You sigh. Right. Charlie. "Uh, no. We broke up a few weeks ago," you look up at Joe and his eyes soften. "Shit, I'm sorry. Are you ok? What happened?". You feel you eyes well with tears. "He cheated on me. With some girl in his class," you sniffle and lean into Joe, "I was finally happy, you know? Not just waiting".

"Waiting?" he asks, "Waiting for what?"

Shit. You have said too much. You look down at your hands, sitting in your lap, "Nothing, don't worry about it".

"Y/N, tell me," he places his hand on your chin to force you to look up at him, "I have known you for almost 20 years. I can tell when something's wrong".

You look into his eyes and realize maybe it's time you were honest with Joe. What's the worst thing that happens? He says no and things stay the same. Maybe.

You get up and stand in front of Joe who is still sitting on the bed. "I have been waiting my whole entire life to say these words, but I'm scared and I have every reason to be. You are my best friend, Joe, and I don't want stuff to be awkward between us. But I may have had too much beer earlier at the game and I'm a little tipsy so fuck it. I have been waiting for you. To ask me out. To care. To love me the way I have loved you since we met when we were 10 years old. And I have never been sure if you wanted me but I talked to my therapist last week and she asked me what I wanted and all I could think of was you. I want you, Joseph Woll. So if this is the end of our friendship, so be it, but I want you to know that I want you to want me, Joe. It's ok if you don't but," you pause and collapse down onto the bed beside him, face in your hands, "I don't know. I'm so sorry".

There is a few beats of silence before Joe speaks.

"Y/N, baby, what took so long?"

You freeze. Huh? What? Excuse me? You look up at Joe, bewildered, and all he does is smile. And then he leans in and before you know, his lips connect with yours. His lips are oddly soft and all you can smell is his cologne. You let yourself melt into him and he feels like home. Where you were always meant to be. Suddenly, Joe whispers into the kiss, "I want you too, Y/N. I really do".

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 12 Shhh... Hello, stranger (Sana, Mina, Feat. Tzuyu)

You woke up by Mina the next morning, and she obeys you that she did not give you the morning blow job, instead, she just stand next to your bed.

'Morning boss, feeling better today? Minari has prepared the breakfast for you and Miss Jihyo already, but I did not prepare for another guest.'

“Oh, that’s alright Mina. She can have mine; I’ll just pick us up something on the way to work. Thank you, Mina.”

Both Jihyo and Nayeon are too exhausted to wake up for the breakfast, but you still plan to have breakfast outside with Mina.

When you are reading the menu, Mina stops you and points and another side of the table, 'Boss, is that the woman who peeked us before?'

You take a look and find that it is Tzuyu, she is eating the breakfast with a old man, it should be her boss as you remember.

You think about what she said last time, you are not sure what's she planning.

I walk over to the pair, and ask if we could join them.

You bring Mina towards their table and ask could you join them.

'Hey, Y/N, long time no see, take a seat, who is this pretty woman, is that your girlfriend, you are a lucky man huh.' Tzuyu's boss greets you while Tzuyu still pretending to be a shy girl.

"No sir, this is my secretary, and who is this young lady? "

I take a seat "So how has she been doing at her job? I could always use more hands in my department, and I feel like she could know some very use people. I wouldn't want to take her away after all."

'Tzuyu is very useful somehow, a good intern. Do you want to borrow her to your team? Technically it's OK, but how about your borrow your secretary in return, I think it will be fun if she works in my team.' The boss said while looking at Mina with a horny smile.

"While I appreciate you lending me Tzuyu in exchange for Mina, I need Mina by my side she does some of the most important work. So I guess we'll have to leave things as they are."

'Such a shame that I cannot work with you, pretty.' The boss looks at Mina one more time before turning back to you.

'Anything else you want from me? If no, I am going to leave now, right Tzuyu?' The boss grabs Tzuyu's hand on the table.

"No, there's nothing else sir." I'll look at Tzuyu's eyes to gauge how she feels about her boss.

Tzuyu still acting shy and she leaves with her boss.

Mina kisses your cheek, 'Thank your boss. I am really afraid when that guy look at at me like that.'

'I think that girl looks so shy, I don't think she will talk about the gossip about us.' Mina said.

"That’s not how she acts when she's alone, Mina. But just know I wouldn't trade you away Mina. You're too precious to me." I sigh. "We should get something to eat, and head to the office Mina."

You two finished breakfast and then back to the office, as the restaurant is near the office, so you parked the car at the office carpark and walk to restaurant.

Mina is talking about what happened yesterday while you are walking back to the office, as you did not leave your room at all. You can feel Mina's hand keeps touching yours intentionally.

I look up to meet Mina's gaze, "I have to thank you again for yesterday. I really appreciate everything you do for me, Mina."

'Don't say thank you to Minari, boss. Minari would do anything for you. Minari told you many times already.'

Mina looks back at you, cupping your cheek, and want to kiss you, but you are much taller than her, if you don't get down a little bit, she won't be able to kiss you.

I cup her cheek and kiss her instead.

You two exchange saliva passionately until both of you can't breathe, Mina blushes after the kisses, 'Boss, I... I love you, Minari wants to stay by your side forever.'

Mina tries to use her little finger to hook your hands, but she is too shy to completely hold your hands.

I do it for her. "I love you too Minari."

You hold Mina's hand firmly while walking to the office, you see Mina is dropping tears.

'Are you ok, Mina?' You ask while wipe away her tears.

'Boss, Minari is ok. Minari is just so happy now.' Mina smiles at you.

You two meet Sana at downstairs of the office

'OH, that's why Mina didn't allow me to enter your room yesterday?' Sana smirks while walking to you.

'No, Miss Sana, it's... it's not like that, I am just... I am just...' Mina replying to Sana shyly.

"Let me, Mina. Sana, I had a really bad day yesterday that's why Mina didn't let you in."

'OH, boss are you ok today? I think Mina and me can cheer you up if we 3 having some fun in your room.' San caresses your throat to your chest and finally catches your shaft. You swallow your saliva while watching her cleavage.

'You can tear my clothes today if you want.' Sana whispers in your ear, your cock starts to harden due to her massage.

I act professional, "I'm doing better today, Sana. I'll be in office if you need me. Won't I Mina?"

'See you later then, boss.' Sana grabs your bulge again before she leaves.

You then head back to your room and start working, you need to pick up the progress of yesterday. But Sana knocks on the door just after you switch on your computer.

'I'm ready, boss. I will make sure to cheer you up.'

"Sana, I actually need to catch up on yesterday's work. If you help me catch up that would cheer me up, get Mina too. This will be a team effort."

'Come in, Mina. Your boss needs you.' Sana tells Mina to come in and then she starts getting off her clothes and crawling to your desk, start to suck your dick under the table.

'What do you need, boss?' Mina looks innocently as always when she comes in. 'And where is Miss Sana, I heard she calls my name.'

"Sana get out from under there, I said that if you helped me catch up on the missed work you could get something." I turn to face Mina "I need help catching up on the work I missed yesterday could you help me catch up?"

'Boss, Mina will help you do the work while I can take care of your happiness, isn't that great.' Sana sucks you harder, and you moan from the pleasure.

Mina just sit at opposite of you and start working before locking the door.

"Fine" I look over to Mina "I'll make this up to you with special lunch Mina" after that I get to work.

'Just anything you wish, boss. I hope the boss remembers my guaranteed breakfast for these 2 days.' Mina smiles at you and focus back to the work.

Sana's mouth is too good, and you soon stop the work, just simply laying on your chair and enjoying her blowjob. 'Sana, your mouth is so good, I can't focus.' You caress her cheek and praise her hard work.

I start face fucking Sana, realizing I can't let Mina be doing all the work. I hope to be able to orgasm quickly and get back to work.

You grab Sana's hair and start to face fucking her, you fiercely fuck her mouth. Sana is choking from your pace, she keep hitting your thigh, wants you to let go.

'Sana, hold on a bit, I am going to cum.' You fuck Sana's mouth faster hoping to reach your orgasm.

When I cum I hold Sana to the base of my cock until I've finished. When I let go. I immediately get to work.

You pull out from Sana's mouth, and immediately back to work, Sana is breathing heavily as she is recovering. Sana slowly climbed up and rested on your lap, drawing circles on your chest, 'You are so powerful today, boss, I love it.'

Sana then starts caressing your body while she is grinding your semi-hardened cock. You enjoy her movement as she is also giving you some help on the work while she is playing on you.

"That’s what I'm talking about Sana thank you for helping me with actual work." I say as I focus on my work and ignore her actions to the best of my ability.

You three nearly finish the work, while Sana starts teasing you again, she is grinding on your lap, and your cock is hard again from her tease. 'Boss, I am all wet because of you.' Sana whispers in your ear and starts playing with your nipple.

Your moan becomes louder when she keeps teasing your body, Sana giggles and starts to plant hickeys on your neck. 'Come on boss, finish the work then you can fuck me.'

Mina seems unhappy when seeing Sana this close to you, she shows it by using the keyboard loudly and turn around to not look at you.

"You know what Sana, you finish this up. You've had your turn. Mina deserves a break."  I plant Sana down in my seat, and walk over to Mina. I plant a kiss on her head "I'm so sorry for ignoring you Minari, let me make it up to you."

'It's ok, boss. Miss Sana's hard work deserve rewards too, I'm ok.' Mina says.

You hug her and put her on the sofa, slowly removing her clothes while kissing.

'I want to fuck you right now, My dear Mina.'

"Don't you want your special breakfast? I'll give you it and more." I say as I trace her lips with my finger.

'Minari wants the breakfast, Minari wants boss.' Mina breathes heavily due to your tease.

'That's my good girl, Mina, ready for breakfast.' You start to push your shaft to her mouth, ready to give her the breakfast she is waiting for days.

Sana comes and licks your ear, 'Need my help for more fun, boss?'

Mina shouts before she starts to suck you' I don't want to share my breakfast with Miss Sana, you already take one.'

"Get back to work Sana. It's Mina's turn." I them turn back to Mina a little surprised she shouted. "Look at you Mina shouting that you want my cock. Aren't you being bold today?"

'Minari miss the breakfast so much, so I... Sorry Miss Sana.' Mina soon back to her normal state, being shy again and keep sucking your cock.

'Mina ya, didn't I make you feel good too last time, how come you treat me like that?' Sana goes down and play with Mina's clit.

'Sorry, ah, Miss Sana, it's really feels good, but I want to be a little bit selfish today, ah faster.' Mina is excited like last time as she is using by both of you and Sana.

"Don't worry Minari, we'll make sure to make you feel good" i call out as I slowly push my cock to the back of her throat. I moan her name as I slowly thrust in and out if her mouth.

'Ah Mina, your mouth is so warm, yes, here, lick here, ah Mina, that's right.' You keep thrusting into Mina's mouth while guiding her to attack your sensitive spots.

Mina is becoming more hyper as Sana keeps rubbing her clit, she tighten up her throat due to the pleasure, which makes you feel better too.

Suddenly, you feel something warm at your rim, you turn back and see Sana is licking your asshole.

I pull Sana away and force her onto Mina's tits. "It’s Mina's turn Sana, I won't repeat myself again."

'If I make boss feel better, isn't Mina can get more cum for breakfast?' Sana starts playing your nipple while fingering Mina, giving you a body massage with her tits pressing on your back.

You are already near the edge of orgasm, Sana has triggered your critical point, you are ready to cum.

I tell Mina I'm going to cum as I slowly thrust onto her mouth.

'Ah, Mina, I'm cumming, enjoy your breakfast.' You thrust one last time in Mina's mouth, and release all your cum in her throat. Sana stops playing your nipple, she moves on to massage your ball, helping you to cum more for Mina.

'Ah, yes, just like this.' You moan while enjoying the post-orgasm from the milking by both Mina and Sana, holding your dick deep in Mina's throat. The amount of cum in Mina's throat make her start choking, Sana increases the pace of the fingering, which makes Mina instantly cum, she can't breathe, some of your cum even splits from her nose.

"Oh poor Mina," I say while I try to help her clean up.

You grab a tissue and try to clean Mina's face which is covered by cum, while Sana does not stop playing with Mina's pussy. Mina's whole body is still jerking from previous orgasm, but Sana did not slow down her speed, once you finishing cleaning Mina, she cums again, she squirts and cums all over Sana's face.

'Ah, Mina, why are you so dirty.' Sana keep playing Mina's body and seems she is not going to stop.

"Are you enjoying yourself Mina?" I ask while I out her hand on my cock.

Mina is too exhausted to answer you, she just simply nod and her body starts to jerk again, you just smile and guide her to stroke your cock.

'You need to a lot more hard work if you want more breakfast, Mina.' You start to thrust in her hand while caress her face. She is stroking your cock while licking your tip, but the pace is really slow as she is too tired. You are enjoying the slow stroke which you seldom receive, while Mina keep moaning while Sana is edging her.

"Take your time Mina, enjoy yourself. You've worked so hard." I say while i give her forehead a kiss.

Ah, Minari gonna cummmm!' Mina arch her body and squirts on Sana again before she pass out. Mina is already unconscious but her body still shakes unconsciously. Her hand falls down and stop jerking you.

Sana gets up and says,' Seems I bring more fun to your secretary, is it my turn now?' Sana licks Mina's squirt on her face and start jerks you off.

"Fine," I start facefucking Sana again. "You should really learn to follow my instructions, Sana." I hardly let her breath as I continue to chastise her.

You face fucking Sana, and every time you thrust in you reach her deep throat, Sana's saliva is dripping from her mouth as she is hard to breath. She looks at you with a watery eye, make you turned on even more.

Sana signaling she can take more, as she starts to massage your ball and lick your underside You grab her hair and thrust more fiercely, until she give up to resist.

I hold Sana to the base of my cock. "This is what you like Sana? Being used like a fuck toy?" I say to her. Before she can I answer I ram my cock into the back of her throat as I continue to face fuck her.

Sana did not resist again, her hands just holding your thigh, letting you fuck her mouth more easily.

'Oh, my slut, take your reward.' You thrust a few more times before you cum in her mouth. The amount of cum is too much and she can't swallow it all, the cum mixed with her saliva is dripping from her mouth, she holds the dripping cum with her hands and looks at you seductively.

'The most important thing is we all are having fun, right?' She is breathing heavily, want to get all the oxygen she missed when you are face fucking her.

"I guess I should let you rest." I say to her while i start to pull up my pants.

'You sure you are enough of just using our mouth? You haven't put it in today.' Sana is grinding your cock while caressing your neck.

'Come on boss, we can do something naughty, it's so rare that Mina is not here right?' Sana grabs your hands on her tits, 'I know you want me too, boss.'

"Fine" I reply as I try to undo my pants.

'Thank you, boss, let me do it for you.' Sana kisses your cheek and stands up a little, just barely removing your pants. She immediately sits down on your lap again, and starts rubbing your cock with her clit.

'So hot, boss, I can feel it.' Sana slowly increases the pace of rubbing and kissing you with her tongue.

I stand up and bend her over my desk. I’ll rub against her pussy a few times before I ram myself into her asshole.

You tease Sana by rubbing her clit again until she surrenders. 'Please, give me your cock, boss I need it.' 'Here it is, Sana.' You then thrust all in, but in her ass.

'Sir, wrong hole, you enter the wrong hole.' Sana screams when you enter her ass, it is tight but not as Mina's, perhaps she has tried anal before, so she quickly adopts the cock in her ass even you did not stop for her.

Her moan changes from pain to pleasure. 'OH, boss, it feels good, faster please.' Sana moans your name while rubbing her clit.

I make sure to be very rough with Sana, pulling her hair as I impale her with every thrust.

You pull Sana's hair while you are fucking her, forcing her to arc, taking deeper thrusts from you.

' Such a slut, don't you. So desperate for my cum in your pussy huh?' You spank her ass with another free hand. 'Yes, boss, I am a slut that only live for your cum, please cum in my pussy.'

Sana is excited by your humiliation, she fingers herself faster and she reaches her orgasm, squirting all over your lower body. 'Ah, so excited, boss. I love it.'

Her ass becomes tighter and starts to milk you, you stop spanking, instead, you hold her ass cheek to fix her position so you could fuck her easier, chasing your own orgasm.

Sana feels you are going to cum, 'No, boss, cum in my pussy, please, I need it so much. Fill your cum slut, I am forever yours.'

"That’s right you're my cum slut, and you'll take my cum wherever i put it." I tell her as I continue to fuck her ass until I cum in it.

'No, boss, no!' Sana screams as you cum in her ass, she trying to leave but you can grab her ass so tight, she could just lay on the table and feel your cum pumb inside her ass.

'Why, boss... I will feel much better if it's in my pussy.' Sana looks a bit disappointed but still excited from the pleasure that you give her.

You pull out from her ass and hear you hear a pop sound, you raise her ass, prevent the cum leaks out and then get a butt plug from your drawer, 'It's supposed for Mina, but seems you deserve it more, my cum slut.' Sana moans again when you plug in the plug.

"I'll have to get Mina another one" I think to myself. I slap Sana's ass one more time "now get to work Sana."

'Ah, boss I will cherish your cum in my ass and let you check again after work.' Sana struggle to wear her ruined clothes and slowly walks to the door.

Her panties are in your hand again, 'Perhaps I can have a locker to store the panties she gives me every time.' You wonder.

Suddenly you hear Sana screams, 'Why are you here?' You look at the door, Tzuyu is smirking and stands along the door. 'Mr Y/N, I don't expect you are such a horny guy and start playing just in the morning.'

“I have the energy for it. Besides your boss seemed rather happy touching you during breakfast so I wouldn’t be talking.”

'I have told him countless time not to do that, but seems he just can't resists me. May I take a seat?' Tzuyu sits on the sofa before you can answer.

Tzuyu admires Mina's naked body, even twist her nipple, 'Seems the session is so intense. Mr. Y/N, is it your only job duty is to use your subordinate like this?' Tzuyu stops her hand and turns her head to Sana, 'Oh, lady, if you are too tired from the sex, you can take a seat too, come here." Tzuyu pats the seat next to her on the sofa.

"Of course not, Mina and I worked to catch up on all our missed work. Now care to explain what you're doing here? "

'Spending extra time to chase the losing progress as you are too busy to fuck your secretary is a thing that you proud of? Honestly, I'm quite disappointed a top team leader would say something like this.' Tzuyu stands up and ready to leave your room.

'Oh yes, I come to ask why you would want me join your team, Mr. Y/N. Originally I am quite interested, but no more for now, if all of your team members' s duties are having sex with you.'

"Our loss of progress had nothing to do with our having sex. I had a personal problem yesterday. You seem to think you’re better, but if my team is still out doing yours when we have this going on it shows your team is much more lacking. So get out, I don't wouldn't want anyone that disrespectful on my team."

'Even a brainless know that old man can't lead him team properly, but what else can I do as an intern? Well, I guess I can find another team after I get a permanent job easily with my GPA. Who knows the future? I guess I will leave now, take your time, Mr. Y/N, and this lady.'

"Right" i close the door behind her. "Good riddance"

'Boss, what is that intern talking about? Do you know her?' Sana looks at you confusingly. 'I used to thought you like to fuck her too, when you ask me about her last time.'

"She saw us fucking a while ago" I tell Sana.

'Boss, she saw us already when you ask me about her last time?' Sana looks calm,' Is she blackmailing you or what? I don't understand what she is doing.'

"No she's not, but it's better to have control over a situation."

'Boss, maybe we should get her in our team, so we can control it easier. Don't you remember the gossip about you and Mina? Maybe she is the one that spreads it out. I know Mina is really not happy about it.'

"Yeah, we tried that, but he wanted Mina in exchange, and I'm not doing that."

'How about we directly talk to the intern, peacefully, not like what just happen, if she could agree with us, we can handle it easily.'

'Or you can use me to exchange maybe, I guess her boss won't do anything to me.'

"No, he definitely would, Sana, he definitely would. So, we'll have to try the other method."

'Boss, are you caring about me huh? I am not pure as Mina, I can protect myself. Just tell me if you need me for exchange.' Sana sits on your lap again and looking at you.

"Fine but it'll be a last resort. You're still a member of my team and I don't want anything happening to you." I tell Sana "Let's just finish our work for today. Can you clean up Mina and dress her?"

'Sure, boss.' Sana gets some tissue and goes clean Mina who is still sleeping on the sofa. 'Such a nice body, Mina' Sana plays with Mina's tits while cleaning her face.

You start your work again, and you suddenly hear some moan, it's from Mina. You turn around and find that Sana is licking Mina's clit, Mina moans in unconscious, 'Ah, faster...'

"Sana! I said to clean her up and put her clothes on. Stop that."

'Boss, I am cleaning her pussy. What's the problem?' Sana stops her teasing, getting some clothes to cover Mina's body.

'I'll back to work now, call me if you need anything from me.' Sana blows you a kiss before she leaves.

[bloodysword63]

Becoming One Of The Dudes...

Jack was not in the mood to deal with anybody's bullshit today especially the guys that were watching him as he walked across the common area at the university. He was tall, thin and was going to college for a degree and not figure out how many women he could pick up on the weekend.

"Dude!" one of the guys he was trying to avoid called out but Jack kept walking.

"Hey! JACK! I'm fucking talking to you you little shit!" the guy said for the second time and Jack grumbled and turned to look. "Come on over here Jack... don't be scared!"

Jack rolled his eyes and looked quickly at his phone. He could just turn and walk away but decided what the fuck. He sighed and walked over to the four guys who were more interested in the gym than actually learning anything in the classroom.

"Yeah?" Jack asked disinterested. "What do you want Mike?"

Mike, who was one of the backup linemen for the college football team, smiled and said, "I was just wondering if you could help me with studying for the exam next week. Without a good grade, I'm going to be dropped from the team."

"Well, if you actually did the assignments and read what you needed to read, then you wouldn't have a problem with your grades now would you?" Jack replied.

Mike stood up and glared down at Jack and could feel his muscles flex. For a moment, Jack felt drawn to Mike not only for the feeling of power coming from him but the desire to be just another one of the guys. "Listen you little shit..." Mike said before of the other guys also on the football team interjected. "Mike, relax will you?" he said.

Jack felt weird for a moment as was worried that he was about to become a bloody smear on the ground before Mike relaxed and grinned. "Sorry man... just we've got an important game this weekend and all the stress from that," Mike said. "I just need help and I know you're the one that can help me."

Jack looked at the other two guys with Mike and tried to remember their names. Tyler and James. Right. Tyler was the one who interrupted Mike's rage moment and James looked as thought he was on the poster child for muscle men everywhere.

Jack sighed and said, "Sure Mike. How about tomorrow night? Can you spare a few hours from the gym?"

Mike nodded and said, "Yep. Definitely can. No worries buddy."

Jack turned away and walked on not realizing that Mike and the other two were eyeing him as not a study partner but a new initiate into the muscle world.

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The following evening, Jack looked around his dorm room hoping that he had everything. Mike had offered the common room in his dorm as a place to study and Jack agreed. Most of the football players were in the same dorm which made it easy to keep an eye on everybody.

Jack walked over just after sunset and the stars were just coming out. He turned towards Mike's dorm and saw him standing outside the front door with a smile on his face. Jack walked up to him and said, "Evening Mike. Ready to cram for an exam?"

"If it's as bad as cramming for a game, not sure if I want to but I'm willing to try," Mike said as he opened the door to the dorm and motioned Jack inside.

A few minutes later Jack and Mike were sitting in the common room where Jack was going through the wonderful world of statistical analysis when Mike turned to Jack and asked, "Dude. Sorry if this is personal but have you always been this skinny?"

The question caught Jack off guard for a moment before he nodded. "I get it from my grandfather. He was tall and thin and no matter what I do, I can't gain much weight."

"Ever think about taking something?"

"You mean what... roids? Is that what you take? Jack asked looking at Mike.

"Roids? Nah. This is all natural work," Mike said as he flexed a bicep. "Well... not all natural."

"Supplements?" Jack asked. "Of course you would take supplements."

"Yeah, something like that," Mike responded with. "Give me a second. Be right back."

Mike got up from the table and Jack's heart raced for a moment. Although he considered himself straight, there was a part of him that was envious of what Mike had.

A minute later, Mike returned with a bottle of what was white pills. "Here," Mike said. "Take one of these before you go to bed and see how you feel in the morning. It's something I took when I was first starting out. I beat you it'll make you feel better."

Jack sighed and heard about the 'get muscles fast by taking a pill' fad that was always on the internet. He grabbed the bottle and sighed before putting them in his backpack.

"Can we get back to work?" Jack asked and Mike nodded.

Later that evening, Jack was sitting on his bed about ready to fall asleep when he saw the bottle in his backpack about ready to hit the floor. Jack got up and grabbed the bottle and walked over to the garbage can to throw it out but after a moment's hesitation he thought what could it hurt. If anything, he would feel sick for a day and go back to his normal nerd self.

Opening the bottle, he took the two pills that were inside and swallowed it. Jack looked at himself in the mirror and saw no instant changes. He went back to bed and laid down and went to sleep.

The following morning, Jack woke up with a groan. Something was different for sure. He sat up and looked down at his body and there was definitely something strange. His pajamas were tighter than normal and just moving felt strange like he had gained a few pounds overnight.

Getting up, Jack went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. What looked back at him was somebody he didn't recognize. His face looked more mature, his hair seemed to be fuller but the biggest change was that he had actually had muscle on his tall frame. Not football level muscle but definitely some muscle. Thinking this was a dream, Jack shook his head and smacked himself a few times.

Looking back in the mirror, Jack laughed and realized that it was real. What the fuck were those pills that Mike had given him? And where the fuck could he get more?

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"How did it go?" Tyler asked Mike the same morning Jack realized that his body was changing for the better.

"Just like we had planned," Mike replied. "I'm sure Jack will be calling me shortly."

At that moment his phone rang and Mike grinned when he saw it was Jack. "Morning Jack," Mike said. "How are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Jack said, "We need to talk. Now."

Mike looked at Tyler and nodded. "Yeah. Come over to the dorm," Mike said.

A few minutes later, Mike saw Jack and immediately saw the difference that the former nerd who would be a jock soon had been after two pills.

"What were in those fucking pills?" Jack asked as he looked at Mike. "What the hell dude?"

Mike grinned. "I thought you needed to be shown a new way to look at like," he said. "And I'm sure those pills did it for you didn't they?"

After a moment, Jack nodded. "If this is what two pills did, what would happen if I took more?" he asked almost like a drug addict looking for his next fix.

"That's not how this works," Mike said. "Those pills are just the first step. The next step requires a bit more... commitment."

"Commitment?" Jack asked. "What the hell does that mean?"

Mike smiled and said, "The next step you need to take is from the source." Mike went to lower his pants but waited for Jack to realize what was about to happen.

Jack took a step back and frowned. "No... no... I'm not..." he said in a moment of hesitation. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned and saw Tyler standing there as well.

"We all committed ourselves Jack," Tyler said. "If you want to become a man, you need to do this."

For a moment, Jack could almost hear in the back of his head a protest but Jack realized that all his life this was what he wanted. He wanted to be tough, he wanted to be strong and there was no other way to obtain it.

Mike dropped his pants and knew that his cock was solid and thick and ready to give Jack the gift of jockification. It was how it happened a year ago when Mike was given the gift by his mentor. And now he was going to give it to Jack.

Jack fell to his knees and opened his mouth. The moment Mike's cock hit his mouth, Jack closed his eyes and embraced it. The feeling of belonging filled him with joy and when Mike ejaculated, Jack's entire mind exploded in joy. This was what he wanted. This is what he needed.

After Mike was done, Jack looked up at his mentor and smiled. "That was amazing..." he whispered as he realized that his cock was solid and thick. Without thinking Jack stood up and dropped his pants and looked at Mike. Mike grinned as Tyler watched on as Jack's cock filled Mike's mouth and the process continued.

For Jack, as soon as Mike's cum hit his tongue, the transformation that he had gone through overnight continued to progress. Over the next few hours as Jack's body and mind adjusted to his newfound life, Mike and Tyler watched on with grins on their faces.

Finally, just after noon, Jack finally felt like himself again. He grinned and looked at his new best friends and said, "Thank you" in a deeper voice than he could have possibly imagined. "Thank you for giving me life," he said.

Mike grinned and replied, "Welcome to the brotherhood Jack. Glad you could join us."

As Jack walked back to his dorm room, he could see people looking at him as he realized his life had changed for the better.

[miniwheat77]

Lies. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!SHORT FIC, nsfw, smut, price being a meanie, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pregnancy, MINORS DNI!

“Why don’t you have any kids Cap?” Ghost asks.

“Ah, old man’s been shooting blanks since his 20’s.” Gaz smirks. “Christ Garrick.” Price rolls his eyes. “He’s not wrong but.. I’m unable to have kids.” He sighs. “I’m sorry to hear.”

“It’s alright. After I broke up with my high school sweetheart, I didn’t want any.” He laughs. “Why not?”

“Terrible break up, didn’t want to go through it again.” He sighs. “Understandable.”

That's also what he told you when the two of you got too drunk at the bar. The entire task force had gone out drinking. Those are the words he whispered into your ear when you whined about him finishing inside of you.

Neither of you know how it happened, too much to drink. Shared glances. It led the both of you to being in the pub bathroom. Luckily the music was loud enough to conceal the sound of the two of you in the bathroom. You shouldn't have trusted him about it, but he was your Captain after all. You trusted him with your life.

He had a death grip in your hair, your face pressed up against the wall as he hammered his hips into yours. “Wait- you don’t have a condom on Captain.” You hiss. “I can’t have kids, just trust me.” He growls.

“Fuck!” You hiss. Tightening around him.

———

A few weeks later, you're approaching him. You've got the stick behind your back.

"Y/N? What can I do for you?" He asks. The two of you hadn't spoken about what happened that night. You'd kept it to yourselves and returned the professional relationship the two of you shared before.

“Just had a question. Are… are you sure you can’t have kids?” You’re standing in front of his desk. He's looking at his laptop on the other side. “Yeah. Why?”

“You’re completely sure?” You swallow hard.

“Yeah, the girlfriend I had in my 20’s made me get tested, opened the envelope herself.”

“Hm..” you mumble. “What’s going on?” He asks.

“I think she faked your results sir.”

“What? Why do you say that?” He puts his pen down, finally looking at you. “Because. You’re the only person I’ve slept with and I’m very pregnant.” You raise the pregnancy test. He freezes up. “What? Y/N… that’s not possible.” He sighs. “It clearly is. I haven’t slept with anyone else.”

He shakes his head. “Y/N. I don’t know why you’d lie about this. But it’s very out of character.” He sighs. Your eyes widen, you can't believe him. "You're joking. I'm not lying about this."

He shakes his head. "Excuse yourself from my office please." He sighs.

You can't believe this.

———

It's a few weeks later.

John decides to confide in Gaz about it. He talks to him about how he thinks it's best you're removed from his base and relieved of your duties on the task force, seeing as you're pregnant. Gaz approaches you and knocks at your door.

You answer it, seeing the look on his face.

"What's going on Gaz?" You ask.

He sighs. Pushing past you. "He... he told me about what happened. He sent me here to... tell you that he's taking you off the base."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"No.. sorry Y/N." He mumbles.

"Okay. Whatever. Nothing I can do to change it."

"Is it really his?" He asks. You look at him, bewildered that he'd even ask that. "Yes. It's his. I haven't been with anyone else in years, you know that Gaz. We were drunk and..." You trail off with a groan. "I can't believe him." You sit down on your bed. "Could always prove it to him with DNA." He shrugs. "I guess so but obviously he doesn't want this so I guess I'll figure things out on my own. Thanks for stopping by Gaz. How long?" You ask.

"He said he's starting the paperwork today. A month at most." He nods.

You turn your back to him and he feels bad. He doesn't know what to believe.

———

A couple weeks later, John is in the grocery store.

“John?”

He turns to look at her, he hasn’t seen her in years. Not since they’d split up in his 20’s.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.” She smiles. “Oh. Hey.” He nods.

“Still in the military I see.” She smiles. “Uh.. yep. Captain now.”

“Married? In a relationship?” She asks. “Oh uh.. it’s complicated.” He laughs. “Really.” She smiles. “I figured you’d be married with kids by now.” She laughs. He freezes. “Uh.. yeah."

Kids? Why would she say kids?

"I actually had a question I’ve been waiting to ask.” He throws the box of granola bars into his cart. “Did you fake that paperwork all those years ago?”

She laughs. “I did. Yes. I wasn’t ready for kids and didn’t know how to tell you.” She laughs. “You.. did know that. Right?”

“Yeah, course I did. I’ve got a baby on the way.” He mumbles. “On the way? Jesus.” She laughs. “Late.”

He nods. “Yeah. Very late.” He laughs. “I’ve.. I’ve actually got to get going.” He turns away. Leaving the cart behind.

He has a fucking baby on the way.

She thinks it’s weird, but John was always secretive.

When John is out of her sight, he’s in a full sprint to get to his truck.

He reaches the base, surprised by the fact that he doesn’t get pulled over on the way with how fast he’s going.

He gets inside, hurrying down hallways. Nearly running right into Gaz. "Captain? What's going on?" He asks. He takes a deep breath. Wiping his face. "I'm an idiot, that's what. I just ran into my ex-girlfriend and she told me she faked those results all those years ago and that fucking baby is mine. Do you know where Y/N is?" he asks. He's out of breath. "I think she's just getting ready to leave, Captain. Better hurry." He smiles. He watches him rush down the hallway to your room. A story he didn't expect he'd ever tell between the two of you.

He should knock but forgets completely, barging right into your room. A gasp leaves your lips and you scramble to cover yourself. “Shit! I- sorry.” He should cover his eyes but doesn't. Shutting the door behind himself. “Christ John! What are you doing?” You throw a shirt over your head, but not before John sees it. Your growing baby bump.

He feels like such an ass.

“Y/N…” he sighs. Before you even have a chance to put pants on, he’s closing the gap between you. He grasps your hand, forcing you back into the bed behind you. You sit down on the edge and he drops right to a knee. He kisses the back of your hand. “I owe you… the biggest apology.” He sighs. “What? What’s going on?” You try to stand but he doesn’t let you. “I.. I found out that she did fake it. That.. I can have kids.”

He clenches his eyes shut, holding your hand to his face. “And I am so sorry for how I’ve treated you.” He breathes.

You don't know what to say. You just look down to where he's got your hands. You still don't have pants on.

"You should be sorry." You breathe. "I'm leaving tonight, thanks for the apology."

"You can't leave. Not yet."

"You signed that paperwork. You can't take it back now."

He shakes his head. "Yes I can." He stands.

"Why would you? You don't want this." You look up at him.

"This is my fault. I'm the one who..."

You look up at him, a sly smile on your lips. "Who what?"

You cross your arms. He raises his eyebrows. Surprised smile on his face. "Oh it's like that?" He laughs. "I'm the one who told you I couldn't have kids and came inside you."

"Yeah. I trusted you and you treated me like shit and called me a liar. You were gonna take me off your base."

"I swear I thought you were lying, I believed her when I shouldn't have. That fucking... snake." He sits down next to you. Pulling you into him. "I'm sorry darling. I am so fucking sorry." He sighs. You rest your head on his shoulder. "I'll forgive you but you better make it up to me." You roll your eyes. He laughs. "Anything you want doll. Swear on it."

"For now uh.. can I put pants on?"

He laughs harder than he should. "Yes. You have my permission to put pants on."

You punch his shoulder playfully. "I know exactly what I want, too."

"Yeah, what's that?"

———

"This is really what you wanted?" Gaz looks at you, leaning forward from the middle seat where he sits in the back.

You look happy as a clam in the passenger seat of your Captains truck. Mouth full of fries.

"Mhm."

You've got a McDonalds bag in your lap, having convinced John to take the entire task force to get McDonalds.

"Christ you're adorable." Gaz laughs.

"Maybe he should get her pregnant more often, since we get stuff out of it." Soap laughs. He's holding a burger in the back seat next to Gaz and Ghost. Gaz sits between the two of them. "Agreed." Ghost laughs. He's got his mask pulled up just enough to eat his food.

John rolls his eyes in the drivers seat. "Christ. Didn't even need to physically be able to have kids to have them."

He raises his own fries to his mouth. Each of you laughing.

———

“Oh. Hey again John.” She smiles. It’s the same store, a different isle this time. He glances at you, seeing you approach. “Oh um.. is this… your niece?” She asks. “No. This is Y/N. My wife.”

Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head. “Jesus.. didn’t realize you liked them so young John.” She laughs. “This her?” You side eye her while looking at him. He nods his head. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs nervously.

“Oh.. nothing. He just mentioned something about a woman he’d had a past with. Something really fucked up she did where she told him he couldn’t have kids and he believed it for the longest time. Is.. is that really you?” You scoff. “I.. I mean I’ve done some fucked up things but that… that takes the cake.” You laugh. “I.. I was young and stupid-“

“Yeah. I mean. I have to thank you, it really worked out. I mean. John can really lay it down.” You cross your arms with a smirk.

“He has kids you know.” She mumbles. “Yeah. With me. And he’s a great dad.” You smirk. Stepping to the side. She can see your little girl sitting up in the cart. She’s chewing fiercely at her dad’s jacket. “Well.. congratulations. I have to get going.” She turns away.

He smiles. He liked seeing your aggressive side.

The both of you make your way up to check out, pushing your daughter in the cart.

"You alright?" You ask him. "Mhm." He sighs. Wrapping a hand around your lower back, tugging you closer to him.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard for that." He growls into your ear.

"Jesus!" You laugh.

[im4rmy]

bf!jaemin x fem!reader (idol AU) II

IMAGINE: you call him crying after a tough shift.

tw: mention of death and grief⚠️

• you step out of the hospital with heavy steps, you can barely breathe while you reach your car parked not too far. you unlock it and sit inside at lightning speed, throwing your bag in the back without care.

• today was horrible, the worst day of your life, for real. and all you wanna do now is... crying your heart out. and so you do. you cling to the steering wheel and sob for like 10 minutes before you decide that you'll not be able to drive home in this state.

• you take your phone and scroll down your contact list and... you linger on a specific name. would it be weird to call him? you two are kinda official now... kinda. you slept together, you had tone of dates but you never even went to his house or viceversa.

• you know he would be perfect about it, of course he would. but still- he didn't see you barefaced, ever, and now you are still in your uniform, your tired face wet from your tears. fuck it, you desperately need to go away from this place.

• 📞"hello?" "h-hi... mhh am i b-bothering you? *sniff*" "not at all, i'm at the gym- is everything okay?"

• you try to answer but everything that comes out from your mouth is a pathetic sob.

• jaemin stills in front of the gym bench where jeno's already exercising, with a concerned expression and his phone pressed to his ear.

• 📞"are you crying?"

• you just sniff a few times in response, still unable to talk.

• 📞"what's wrong? are you okay?"

• he's now packing his things, ready to leave and getting his gym buddy's attention.

• 📞"i- just, i can't drive. would you- can you come pick me up?" "of course honey. where are you?" "i'm still at t-the hospital" "wait for me okay?" "mhmh"

• you hang up immediately and resume your crying session against the steering wheel.

• jeno looked at jaemin confused. "what's happening?" "i need to take home y/n from work" "why?" "i don't know, she's- not feeling well i guess. she was crying"

• "her job must be so hard, i could never" "i agree but- she doesn't look stressed or tired, never. i don't know if she just masks it very well... anyway, gotta go"

• when you spot the black and expensive car pulling up in front of the staff entrance of the hospital, you stand up from your seat on the concrete and wipe your cheeks for the hundredth time. you walk to the car door and go in trying to regain some composure.

• "hi" "hi"

• jaemin doesn't say or ask anything before starting to drive away. you try to speak a few times but you REALLY don't know what to say, plus you're sure you would end up crying.

• "are you hungry?" you just nod and jaemin mumbles a soft 'okay'

• you just focus on your breathing keeping your gaze out of the car window, until you notice where you are: a drive-through. jaemin stops his car next to the menu stand and looks at you.

• "what do you want?" you take a deep breath. "the burger menu, large. and a chocolate donut... please"

• jaemin lets out a little chuckle before pressing the mic button to order. then he wears a random black face mask found somewhere and drives till the payment spot.

• in ten minutes, you're parked in a super-market parking lot, deserted. it would've been creepy if you weren't with the sweetest man you ever met, biting on the biggest (and free!) burger you ever had in your life, watching variety show on his phone on youtube.

• giggles and big ass laughs escape both your mouths while you finish the cheapest meal you had with him, used to take you to fancy restaurant and hotels.

• but when the episode is over and your burger as well, you know it's time to give him an explanation, even if he wouldn't dare to ask why were you in such a state.

• "thank you... for coming, i mean. and for the food, of course" he just smiles looking at you sweetly "are you feeling any better?"

• you nod and sigh, facing in front of you. "today- um, a-a child... he came in almost two months ago" you feel tears approaching again, "he died today. we couldn't save him" you press your hands on your eyes and let out a sob.

• "oh y/n, i'm so sorry" you feel his warm arms around you in no time, letting yourself cry in his embrace while you grieve the loss of your patient.

• "he was eight and the sweetest human being on earth... why- how can something like this happen?" "i really don't know, i'm so sorry baby"

• he keeps on holding you untill you calm down, giving you some kisses here and there. "what can i do for you?"

• you sniff and think about it: you don't want him to leave. "can you stay with me?" "of course princess. what if we go at mine, i can prepare you a warm bath, you can wear my clothes and we can cuddle on my king-sized bed. what do you think?" "i love it"

• and that's how you understood that na jaemin was one to keep close. and you met his cats that night!

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[uceyliyahh]

SNEAKY LINK

Summary: After having a one night stand with each other Kiyana and Jey decided to become sneaky links until she grew attached to him will he be able to feel the same as her?

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Kiyana

word count: 4620

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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"This was just a one time thing we were both drunk and out of our minds,"

"I have something goin' on with someone else but we are on and off,"

"Now you're attached to me due to me taking your virginity,"

KIYANA The clock was nearing eleven in the morning, with sunlight streaming through the curtains and birds singing cheerfully outside. I awoke to a throbbing headache that left me feeling quite irritable. As I reached for my phone, I noticed messages from Nathan and Liv. My photoshoot wasn’t scheduled to begin until one-thirty, so I knew I needed to arrive early.

I got out of bed, suddenly aware that I was only half-dressed. As I turned around, I spotted Jey peacefully sleeping beside me, and my thoughts began to race—I had given my virginity to this man just last night.

I aimed to stay calm, so I quickly picked up the clothes I wore the night before and headed into the bathroom for a swift shower. I locked the door behind me, ensuring he couldn't enter and scrutinize me from my feet to my face.

What the fuck I was thinking? Sleeping with a man that I barely know.

This was meant to be a fleeting encounter, a simple one-night stand, and I had no intention of getting emotionally involved, right? My mother had always cautioned me about the risks of forming attachments after sharing such an intimate experience. I let out a deep sigh, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

I need to concentrate on my photoshoot today and prepare for the fashion show this weekend. I feel incredibly nervous about walking alongside all the other women, but I can’t help but think how proud my mother would be of me.

As I turned on the cold water to wash my face, I stepped into the shower, leaning against the counter to gather my thoughts. The events of last night swirled in my mind—I had gotten drunk, ended up at his hotel, and lost my virginity. I desperately hoped he could shed some light on what had happened.

Upon finishing my shower, I unlocked the bathroom door and found Jey sitting there, engrossed in his phone. It looked like he was busy texting someone, but that was his affair, not mine. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I could feel his gaze fixed on me, observing my every action.

"Good morning mama," Jey said.

"Good morning," I said while fixing my hair in the mirror.

"So about last night it was a one time thing," His words piqued my interest, prompting me to turn and face him.

"I gave you something so precious, and now you’re treating it like it was just a fleeting moment?" I anticipated this reaction, feeling the tension rise as I crossed my arms defensively.

"I knew this was going to happen you finna start catching feelings for me when I'm dealing with someone already, we were drunk and out of our minds" I just rolled my eyes at him, "I'm not going to catch feelings for you besides it was a one-time thing and it'll never happen again," I said as I turned my back on him not wanting to discuss the matter anymore.

I felt his footsteps approaching from behind, and suddenly, his arms encircled my waist. He nestled his neck against my shoulders, and together we gazed into the mirror, our eyes locking in a shared moment of connection.

"Look me and shawty are on and off at the moment it's very toxic relationship," Jey said.

"What does that have to do with me?"

"It’s clear that I took something significant from you, and I understand how some women can react intensely to such situations." When he made that comment, I couldn’t help but give him a stern look; I really didn’t appreciate being lumped in with those women who behave that way.

Don't label me as one of those women; I'm not about to lose my mind over some guy, okay? I retorted, which made him laugh. "Are you really sure? Because last night, I had you running from me mama," he teased. I couldn't help but remember that night, and it brought a warm feeling to my heart.

But I had to be confident, "Yes, I'm sure so what's your point here Jey?" I asked.

"Well I was thinking how about we form an attachment with each other? Like we be each other's sneaky links and post each other on our close friends with no strings attached," I wasn't comfortable with the thought of being a secret connection for someone, particularly when they are close friends with my older brother, Cody.

It took me a moment to consider, but honestly, it might not be such a bad idea. We could lead our lives independently, away from the spotlight, and respect each other's privacy. "So, if we decide to go ahead with this, what guidelines should we establish?"

"The rules are simple princess, we fuck around, don't catch feelings for each other and if one of us do then the attachment is over with and we can live our lives separately," Jey explained as I nodded my head.

I found myself consenting to the attachment as I felt his lips brush against my neck before he stepped back—what am I getting into? Glancing at my phone, I saw it was twelve-thirty, so I instructed Jey to take me to work, promising to text Liv to bring my car.

༊*·˚ Upon arriving at work after Jey dropped me off, I entered the building and spotted Nathan and the team engaged in lively conversation. As soon as they noticed me, their faces lit up with smiles. I waved back at them, and that’s when Nathan approached me.

"Girl, I saw your post last night and you looked so stunning," Nathan said.

"Thank you sir, yeah I saw your comment on my post," I said while sitting down in the chair.

"I did see Jey Uso commented under your post too in there anything goin on between the two of you?" He asked I just chuckled at him knowing how nosey he could be.

I kept quiet about it because we were just having fun and going about our separate lives. But when Nathan caught on, he gasped and knelt down to my level, giving me a knowing look. "Spill the tea, girl," he urged. That’s when I opened up about everything that happened last night with Jey, including the moment I lost my virginity to him, and the fact that he’s best friends with my brother Cody.

"Girrrrl, you're in a mess right now. Especially with him being on and off with his girl seems pretty toxic," he said.

"Yeah, but that's none of my business. Enough talking about that stuff what's the plans for today and tonight?" I asked.

Nathan started outlining the agenda for today and tonight. With a double photoshoot scheduled for yet another magazine cover, I was well aware that fatigue would set in later. I listened attentively to his plans, nodding along, until my attention was captured by someone entering with a stunning bouquet of roses.

I received them along with a card attached, and as I reached for it, I began to read the message.

'I bought you some roses and some other things for you at the crib I ask Liv for your address so be surprised to see some things there, hope you have good day mama' Love, Jey.

I couldn't help but smile at the note he left me. Is he really buying me gifts already? I know I shouldn't let myself get carried away, thinking this could lead to something more when, in reality, we're just having fun.

"Ouuuu Lover Boy sent you some flowers," Nathan teased.

"What the fuck ever Nathan c'mon let's get started," I said as he nodded his head telling Kenna the makeup artist to come over to do my makeup.

I asked for a vase to keep the flowers fresh, appreciating his thoughtful gesture. That's when I noticed Liv had sent me a text.

IMESSAGE 💬 Liv🌸: Why tf did Jey ask me for your address? Yana💗: he bought me a bouquet of roses at work and some other stuff at my house apparently Liv🌸: ouuu girl Mr Fatu spoiling the model Kiyana that kitty kat must got him hooked Yana💗: whatever it's not that serious anyways Liv🌸: wym? Yana💗: we are just fucking around he's dealing with somebody right now, he told me they're on and off atm 🙄 Liv🌸: that girl Jaida? Yana💗: that's her name? Liv🌸: yeah they been in a on and off relationship for a minute they're toxic as hell girl let me tell you Yana💗: I agree to this stupid attachment we have going on we are going to be each other's sneaky links but live our lives separately Liv🌸: what? Ouuu girl please be careful I don't want to beat somebody ass over you Yana💗: I'll be fine bestie don't worry imma just focus on myself and this fashion show this weekend Liv🌸: period as you should do you want me to drop off your car I'll just get a uber home? Yana💗: yeah that would be nice Liv🌸: kk girly I'll let you go then love you Yana💗: love you too.

I placed my phone down on the countertop while getting my hair and makeup done all I could think about was last night and how big his dick was it just stunned me a man like him packing all of that around.

I found myself intrigued, pondering what other surprises he might have in store for me. It baffled me why he would purchase gifts for me when our connection wasn't as deep as his with Jaida. The situation felt confusing, so I decided to set those thoughts aside and focus on my own worries and career instead.

During my photoshoot, I embraced the camera's flash as I struck various poses, particularly on the floor in my heels. This created the captivating illusion of me sitting in mid-air. As I was immersed in the moment, Nathan approached closely to capture a perfect shot of my face.

As I struck more poses for the camera, Nathan showered me with compliments that I truly cherished. His words made the experience even more enjoyable. Eventually, we paused our photo session, and Nathan approached me, excited to share the stunning shots he had captured. I was thrilled with the results! After browsing through the images, I selected my top two favorites before making my way back to the makeup chair.

I was just about to take action when I heard someone calling my name. Turning around, I spotted Liv approaching, and a smile instantly spread across my face at the sight of her.

As we embraced, she passed me my car keys. "You look amazing, but I have to run; my Uber just arrived. I'll text you later," Liv said, and I nodded, making my way to my makeup chair.

I settled into the chair, pulled out my phone, and started scrolling through my social media. Excitedly, I began sharing the pictures I had just captured.

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yanasworld: Ballerina on the runway😘 uceyjucey: You look so good mama yanaworld: @ uceyjucey thank you ❤️ biancabelairwwe: it's giving face girl fr fr yanasworld: @ biancabelairwwe appreciate it hon yaonlylivonce: my best friend eating yall tf up yanasworld: @ yaonlylivonce you're funny Liv 😭😭 jonathanfatu: @ uceyjucey what yall got goin' on uce? 👀 americannightmarecody: love it little sis ❤️ yanasworld: @ americannightmarecody thank you brother❤️

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I observed that Jey's twin brother made a remark regarding the situation between me and his brother—talk about being overly curious! However, it didn't really faze me. I certainly didn't want to get tangled up in the drama surrounding his issues with Jaida right now. To be honest, I received a message from none other than Mr. Fatu himself.

IMESSAGE 💬 Big Papa😩: Hey mama Yana💗: What's up Jey Big Papa😩: damn no nicknames for me or nun? Yana💗: 🤨 we aren't in a relationship?? I mean I'm fine with you calling me nicknames Big Papa😩: aight aight you right but I had seen what you posted on your page and damn Yana💗: what? Big Papa😩: make me wanna come see yo' pretty ass at work Yana💗: whatever happened to living our lives separately? Big Papa😩: I can come see you later at yo' crib Yana💗: if I'm up because imma be hella busy today and tonight Big Papa😩: don't matter imma still pull up Yana💗: mhm whatever 🙄😭 Big Papa😩: you got jokes huh? Yana💗: hm wonder where I got them from 🤷🏽‍♀️ Big Papa😩: aight you'll be saying that now but when I come and bend that ass over ion wanna hear none of that Yana💗: blah blah blah Big Papa😩: you funny Mama but did you like the roses? Yana💗: ofccc I did they were pretty too thank you honestly Big Papa😩: ofc mama well imma let you go I'll see you later tonight? Yana💗: yeah Jey Big Papa😩: aight mama Yana💗: bye Jey

I had no idea what I was stepping into tonight with him, but I really hope it’s nothing too wild.

༊*·˚

JEY While my twin brother and I were at the gym, we were engaged in our usual workout routine. I was lying on the bench, and Jimmy was there to spot me as I started my bench press sets. In the midst of my sets, I heard Jimmy asking me a question.

"So what's goin' on with you and Kiyana?" Jimmy asked.

"Nothing isn't going on between me and her Uce," I said knowing how nosey my brother is he gave me that look as I rolled my eyes at him.

"We got something goin' on right now being each other's sneaky links after I fucked her last night did you know she was a virgin?" His face went into shock hearing that coming from my mouth.

"Dawg, you serious? You took her virginity? She's going to be crazy for real," I chuckled at him while placing the weight back on the mental bar that holds it together before sitting up.

"According to her she's not like them women who become crazy after taking their virginity," I said while drinking my bottle of water.

As he spoke, he casually mentioned, "You know that's Cody's little sister?" His words caught me off guard, and I could feel my expression shift in surprise. Kiyana was Cody's sister? Panic set in—what if he discovers what’s been happening between us? Why hadn’t she mentioned that her brother was my best friend?

"You're fucking with me right?" Jimmy shook his head folding his arms, "Nah, I'm not fucking with you that's his little sister you are messing around with right now are you doing this because you and Jaida are goin through it?" He asked.

"Nah, I'm not Kiyana know what it is with this attachment we have right now. And Jaida that's my little fling," I responded back while grabbing some dumbbells.

"But you're buying Kiyana things like she's your girl, you don't find that weird?" I shot him a glance that clearly said to back off and focus on his own routine, even as he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender while we continued our workout side by side.

Purchasing gifts for Kiyana felt completely natural; she has that vibe of someone who enjoys being pampered, and that's exactly my intention—to indulge her. I just hope she doesn't misinterpret my generosity as romantic interest, especially since my heart is already with Jaida.

Despite the challenges we were facing, my feelings for her remained strong; she was my everything. Kiyana is undeniably beautiful, and I appreciate that, but what transpired between us was merely a fleeting encounter. I believe in mutual feelings and don’t want our connection to feel unbalanced.

I learned that she secured tickets for us to her fashion show happening down the walkway this weekend. I was eager to see her in action, and it was clear that her best friend was incredibly supportive of her. Kiyana's passion for her career shines through, and her love for what she does is evident, especially in those stunning pictures she posted recently. They truly captivated me and made it hard to look away.

That's when I heard Jimmy say something again on the matter, "Aye man I'm just saying be careful dawg," he said.

" I can handle Kiyana and Jaida," I shot back hearing a chuckle coming from his lips. "Plus Kiyana is worried about her career she ain't worried about me," or so I thought.

After working out I had gotten a text from Jaida saying some crazy shit which made me sigh deeply.

IMESSAGE 💬 Babygirl💋: Who is this bitch yanasworld and why are you commenting on her post? Jey🖤: Why tf are you stalking my page? Babygirl💋: I ask you a question first nigga who tf is she? Jey🖤: She's just a friend baby I promise I can support my friend? Babygirl💋: well a friend don't comment sus ass shit on their friends page so you better chill out with that Jey🖤: aight baby but don't be stalking my fucking page Babygirl💋: I'm sorry baby you know I gotta be sure I'm the only one you wanna be with for real Jey🖤: you know that babygirl Babygirl💋: okay daddy I had it be sure are you busy tonight? Jey🖤: yeah I was going to hang out with the guys Babygirl💋: okay daddy when am I going to see you? Jey🖤: this weekend aight? Babygirl💋: good I get to see you Jey🖤: me too baby but I gotta go aight? Babygirl💋: okay bye daddy Jey🖤: bye baby.

Hearing her call me Daddy made me feel uncomfortable; it just didn’t sit well with me. In contrast, Kiyana had a soft-spoken demeanor, and her gentle voice was incredibly alluring. Every time she spoke, it ignited a spark within me.

I told Jaida I was hanging out with the guys tonight, but the truth is I'm actually going to be with Kiyana. I plan to spend quality time with Jaida this weekend before Kiyana's fashion show.

Like I said me and Kiyana were sneaky links nothing more that's all.

"You're a damn fool and a player Uce, you gonna end up hurting Kiyana she seems really sweet and chill as fuck, she don't need to be apart of that drama," Jimmy said.

"How? When we don't have no feelings for each other?" I questioned him.

"You don't know what she could be thinking right now she'll tell you she's fine and then run off and tell Liv what's she actually feeling I'm just saying don't hurt her dawg, you know how over protective Cody is," he said.

I hadn't considered it from that perspective before. Perhaps I should reach out to Liv to understand Kiyana's true feelings about everything. This way, I can avoid the burden of feeling guilty for potentially hurting her.

"Look, I'll talk to Liv about it," I said.

"Like she would tell you anything uce," I rolled my eyes at him.

༊*·˚

KIYANA After finishing my beach photoshoot tonight, I could feel the chill creeping into my feet and body while wearing that stunning golden sliver dress. As I lifted my dress to navigate away from the sand, I made my way toward the grassy area, seeking warmth and comfort.

As I slipped out of the dress, the crew assisted me, ensuring a smooth transition. I quickly changed into my previous outfit while simultaneously fixing my hair. In the midst of it all, I made sure to collect all my belongings, including my keys.

As I said my farewells to everyone, expressing my gratitude for their dedication, I climbed into my car. After inserting the keys and pressing the ignition button, I noticed a text from Jey, likely inquiring about my whereabouts. To set the mood, I turned on some tunes from my Apple Music playlist as I drove home.

I have to admit, I might have a little crush on him, but I plan to keep it to myself. The only person I’ll confide in about my true feelings regarding this whole sneaky link situation is Liv.

I was hesitant to entertain the idea of falling for a man entangled in a tumultuous on-and-off relationship with someone who seemed like a source of chaos. I simply couldn't afford to invite that kind of drama into my life at this moment.

I was hesitant to get caught up in a situation that would only leave me wanting more—something I've longed for: to have someone truly love me, to shower me with affection, and to share countless experiences together. Perhaps I had developed feelings for him, but I refuse to acknowledge that. Right now, my priority must be my career.

As I arrived home, I noticed his car parked in the driveway, likely waiting for my return. I slid my vehicle next to his, but he wasn't inside. After turning off the engine, I grabbed my keys and reached for my purse from the back seat.

He sat on my porch, absorbed in his phone, but looked up as I approached, my purse slung casually over my shoulder.

"Took you long enough mama," He said as I chuckled at him.

"C'mon boy so we can get inside of the house I'm cold," I said walking up towards the door jiggling my keys around for the house key.

I sensed his presence close behind me as he gently pushed my hair aside, planting a warm, lingering kiss on my neck that sent delightful shivers racing down my spine. In that moment, I turned the key and opened the door, caught in the thrill of the unexpected.

As we entered the house, I noticed him glancing around, taking in the surroundings. I slipped off my shoes and neatly placed them on the shoe rack before making my way upstairs to my bedroom, with him trailing closely behind me.

As I stepped through the door, I made my way to the bed, sinking into the luxurious, cool sheets. A wave of relief washed over me, reminding me of the comfort of being home.

"I like yo' bedroom mama it's cute,"

"Thank you I got all of the decorations myself suits my aesthetic you know," I replied while sitting up on the bed.

He peeled off his shirt, revealing a beautifully inked body that exuded both strength and fragility. As he approached, he positioned himself between my legs, our faces mere inches apart, creating an electric tension in the air.

He planted a soft kiss on my lips as I responded to it feeling his hand slithering down my skirt began rubbing my folds before sticking two fingers inside of me making me jolt at his touch.

"J-Jey...Wait.." I moaned softly as he kissed me again.

"Your body know what she wants mama just give it to me I'll take good care of you princess," he whispered in my ear his voice was so deep and deadly with a sharp knife could cut through it.

We had a long nasty make out session as he continued to finger fuck me this man will be the death of me, my body failed me letting him take control of me as I laid down on my back having my legs spread apart for him and only him.

Our lips never left each other tugging on his brownish mullet yearning for more—are you a fucking idiot Kiyana? His fingers were hitting my g-spot so well all I could do was moan in his ear only for him to hear.

"Fuckkk Jey fuckk," I was losing myself at this point feeling his finger curled up inside of me pumping them deeper.

"Mhm, imma make yo' ass squirt tonight see how hooked you'll be afterwards," he muttered which threw me off what did he mean by that?

He seemed to be projecting that cliché notion onto me about being obsessed with a guy. That's not who I am at all. I'm simply a woman who found herself entangled in a complicated situation with a man who happens to be my brother's best friend.

But that didn't matter as I had my eyes rolling in my back of my head feeling that deep pit inside of my stomach creeping up on me again it felt like I had to piss myself.

Jey pumped his fingers faster hitting my g-spot causing me to grip onto the sheets tightly removing my lips from his gazing into his eyes while he watched me crumble underneath him. "Yeah, look at me when you about to squirt mama I can feel it coming, cute ass," the way he was talking me through just ignite something in me.

That's when my body went into shock never leaving his gaze, "fuckkkk oh my g-god...f-fuckk," I cried out as I felt my juices flowing out of me feeling tears streaming down my cheeks while my breathing was uneasy.

"Such a good girl for me, look at you making a mess for daddy all over the sheets," Jey praised me while placing a soft kiss on my temple.

He pulled his fingers out from me while removing his shorts that he had on seeing his big dick yet again leaving me stunned, he pulled me on the edge of the bed pulling up my shirt to expose my breast.

"What's my name mama?" He asked.

"J-Jey..." I managed to breathe out until I earned a slap on the thigh causing me to whine. "The other one I wanna hear yo' cute ass call me daddy,"

He pushed himself inside of me this time without a condom which was weird at first but I didn't care, I gasped for air feeling my legs shaking beneath him.

"D-daddy...shit...t-too big..." I earned a chuckle from him.

"You gon' be a good girl for me and take this big dick like a champ you hear me?" I nodded my head as he began slamming deep inside of my walls.

This was going to be a long night for us.

Sneaky Link

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americannightmarecody replied to your close friends: Kiyana is that my best friend Jey? biancabelairwwe replied to your close friend: ooop girl I didn't see nun 😭😭 yaonlylivonce replied to your close friends: girrrrl them flowers though trinity_fatu replied to your close friends: BITCH IS THAT MOOKIE?

jonathanfatu replied to your close friends: dawg I hope Jaida ain't in yo' close friends samizayn replied to your close friends: who is this Jey? romanreigns replied to your close friends: this ain't Jaida who's this? americannightmarecody replied to your close friends: uce what's going on between you and my sister? trinity_fatu replied to your close friends: I can smell some drama coming MontezFordWWE replied to your close friends: new shawty???

A/n: Jimmy is tryna tell Jey not to hurt Kiyana with all of this since Kiyana is the type that just stay in her lane and mind her business and not deal with the drama but this might change when she's really trying to focus on her career.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

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heyyy so i saw synnamon make a yummy stalker josh inspired by u and i want ur thoughts. I’ve stalked ur josh posts and i NEED to know what y think this lil freak would do for u

also ty for writing u def arent one of the reasons i had a change of heart w mike love ur work 💕

Oh hes awful??? hes terrible.. very joe goldberg coded character josh is.

- Josh is an obsesser at first sight its canon now idc

- He'd get so close to you, you'd feel smothered with affections...

- Going from strangers to at eachothers places 4 times a week in a month

- first kiss? happened after hanging out for the 3rd time ever, he kisses you like he needs you to breathe and its so hot idgaf

- he stalks and learns EVERYTHING about you- becomes friends with your friends, stalks them to know where you are, who you are, what you like, hes insane about it.

- doesnt have to fuck you right away, he just needs all of you attention.. but.. listen.. if you initiate quick? hes on board.

- Petnames. Galore.

"Hey sweetheart, how you holding up today? You free later?"

"Lovely girl can you hand that to me? thank you, you're my favorite."

" What do you think about this, pumpkin? yeah? good color? you think it'd be nice on me? Mm alright you've convinced me."

now onto.. nsfw.. ouh..

- Loves the stalkerxvictim roleplay. its bad.

- has stalked you at night before, has stolen your underwear before, and HAS jerked off in your bathroom plenty lf times.

- worships you like youre this universal being. genuinely.

- needs you to cum until you cant function or speak, only to baby and pamper you like no other, the man is rich for god sake

- slow strokes, hard eye contact, he needs to see how hard he can break down such a gorgeous well held body like yours, he needs to stare at your watery wide eyes while his cock hits places that you couldnt even reach with your own toys. ....

im normal!

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Hello! I hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself today/tonight. I was wondering if you could do pregnancy/parent headcanons for Sun Wukong, Macaque, and MK (separate) of how they would be as dads. Like how they would take the news of their S/O being pregnant, how they would be throughout the whole pregnancy, and what fun things they would do with their kiddos. If you feel uncomfortable with this, that's totally fine

I feel like I’ve done these guys with kids but I could be entirely wrong

ANYWAYS

The Monkey boys with a Pregnant!SO and how they are with the kids!

Wukong

This man is over the moon when he first got the news

Immediately goes overboard in decorating for the babies nursery

I feel like it takes him a few days before he goes “… wait. Shit”

Because this man has aloootttt of enemies. And they are all not above harming innocent parties

So he’s taking every precaution there ever is

Barely lets you leave the mountain by yourself. Either him or someone else has to accompany you

Is constantly holding onto you, even more than usual

Can only sleep with you in the same bed, even more than usual

When your showing more and the baby is moving, good luck going anywhere by yourself

“Wukong-“ “Shhhhhh, I can feel ‘em kicking”

Will not ever miss when the baby is kicking, he swears he will witness every single one

When the baby is actually born, he is not leaning that little angels side

I feel like he is SUCH a girl dad. Idk why

Is mesmerized by every babble and smile with his kid.

Honestly, I feel like he enjoys tea time with his daughter. Pinky will be out and proud as he sips his ‘tea’

Macaque

Do not be surprised to see and extra shadow following you around for a bit

You’re very curious so you ask him about it

“Just trying to protect my kin”

… excuse me, THE FUCK-

After an explanation and you going off on him for not telling you (legit he thought you knew already), you just let the shadow be

Be ready to just see a baby room just fucking appear in your house.

You’re not even showing yet and this dude already has a stock pile of diapers and bottles and wipes and all the things

Over prepared ass mfer/pos

As soon as the baby is born, attached to the hip this one

Cannot get this man to put yalls child down. He is constantly hold them

(I keep wanting to say her. Why are they both girl dads? Who knows)

Can and will throw hands with the baby while they are out and about

MK

Shocked. Gob smacked

He is starting at the wall for a good few minutes

Then he is all over you, giving you all the love he can

You can see him drawing in his sketchbook a lot more

His excuse? “Just trying to capture that glow”

God he is ENAMORED with your growing body. Has to always be touching you in some way or form

There’s also anxiety with him

He can only imagine how he can handle a child while also being Wukongs successor.

Is trying so so hard to be with you and the kid but GOD THE VILLAINS ARE FUCKING ATTACKING HIM

When the kid arrives, he enjoys just drawing with em in the room

Sometimes he tries to draw what they will look like when they grow up. He hopes they atleast get your eyes

King of Daddy- Kid dates while you get some me time. None of them would say no to spending time with your kid while you go and do your own thing but MK especially loves it

That’s all I got

[dangerously-human]

Spent the day hanging out with a friend's baby. She has been feeling really stressed and discouraged trying to figure out childcare, and even though we are not especially close - more secondhand friends, you know the vibe - sometimes you just have to be the person to step in to help because you're the one who sees the need, you know? And that's what God has called me to in this season, after all, supporting parents (whether friends or families I'm assigned to through the crisis care ministry) in caring for their kids because I have the resources to do so. I actually did manage to get an okay amount of work done, since mom and I alternated with her, and baby girlfriend took some good naps and was happy to sit on my lap and occasionally add some insightful comments to what I was writing (she was my junior scientist today). Anyway, as much as I've leaned toward the thought in more recent years that I'd probably keep working if I had kids (not that I really expect that to happen anymore, but you know, if it somehow did), the sheer joy to be found in feeding a one-year-old and trying to teach her to stand and being rewarded with baby giggles (best sound on earth) for the littlest thing... Man, I've never longed for that stay-at-home mom life more.

[w2soneshots]

omgg i’d love to see like youtuber!reader and bach, maybe like a silly little q&a? or even one of those cute but kinda cringe couple challenges from like 2010 loll ( like the chapstick challenge or smth ). obviously don’t feel pressured to write this if you don’t want to!! love ur work btw 🩷

Q&A -Italian Bach

words: 0.7k+

warnings: suggestive content.

summary: you and Bach answer his fans weird and funny questions about your relationship.

notes: hello lovely!💗 Thank you so much for your request (I apologise for posting it so late🙈). This was actually so much fun to write and it’s also my first fic for Italian Bach, hehe. I hope you enjoy!!✨🫶🏼

"Hello m' lady," Isaac greeted me at his apartment door, stepping aside to let me in. I giggled before softly pecking him on the lips.

We were both quite new to the whole youtuber thing just eight months ago. We met through a friend and decided to film a video together. The fans started shipping us, as they do, and something else ended up blossoming between us.

"Ready to film?" I asked, after we'd spent a little while chatting on his sofa. "Yup!" He jumped up and then reached for my hands to pull me up and off the couch.

He brought another chair into the spare bedroom so we could both sit at his desk, then he turned the camera on and we got started.

"Hello, my little gremlins," he began in a strange voice, I didn't bat an eyelid since I was fully used to his antics. "Today I have my girlfriend here to answer some of your questions. So get comfy and maybe get some popcorn or something."

I shuffled in the chair as he pulled out his phone. "Okay... Jacob asked, do you guys fuc-" he faked a gasp and I raised my eyebrows. "Jacob that is absolutely disgusting, you little virgin man... ew, but the answer to your question is yes. Anything to say on the matter y/n?" I breathed out a laugh. "Nope. I think you covered all bases."

"Next! Lillian, ah... can never trust a Lillian," I furrowed my brows. "What why?" "I have my reasons. Okay, she asked when did you realise you loved y/n?" "Aw, that's cute!" I smiled.

"Umm... probably when I got some of that poosay!" "Isaac!" I playfully slapped his arm. "No no, I'm joking! It was after we'd just finished filming a video and we ordered dinner and I realised that even the boring, simple things I always enjoyed doing it if it was with you."

"Oh my god, that was actually such a sweet answer, the tiktok editors are gonna eat that up." He chuckled as he knew I was right.

"Do you wanna read this one?" He asked. I nodded and took the phone. "Wolfman57 asked when we want kids," my eyes widened as I read the message. "First of all, I love your username, secondly that's a big question to ask, wolfman." Bach stated.

"Why don't we get back to you in a few years?" I opted. "Yes, we shall do that," Isaac seconded. "Moving on... oh lord, Sam asked, what's the biggest animal you think you could fit up your ass?" "Woah Sam, that's crazy," Bach grimaced.

"Why don't you take the phone back?" I said and he quickly took it. "I'm sorry your eyes had to witness that my love," he joked.

After quite a few interesting questions we were onto the last one. I leaned my head on Isaac's shoulder so that I could see the phone. "Okay... finally, Laura asked, what's our favourite thing about each other?"

"Ooo, I like this!" I grinned. "My favourite thing about you is your ability to find the good in any situation. Though an honourable mention is that fat ass," he answered.

I scoffed. "That was sweet and you know what... I'll take it. Okay, now yours, my kind sir, would be your funny little jokes and the way they make me belly laugh. Along with the mullet," I smirked as I ran my hand over the back of his hair.

"Thank you for watching till the end, obviously y/n will be back soon so put any requests of things you want to see us film in the comments!" "Nothing dirty," I added. Bach chuckled before turning the camera off.

"That was perfect." "You're perfect, now let's go get some lunch," he responded, standing. "You know... if we order something, that usually takes like twenty minutes to come..." "ah... what do you suggest we do while we wait ma'am?" "I don't know, a lot can be accomplished in twenty minutes," I replied with a cheeky smile.

In and instant he'd grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder. I let out a shriek and giggled as he ran with me into our bedroom.